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I’ve now lived more than half my life in Toronto, but having grown up in New Brunswick, I never cease to be amazed by springtime in Ontario; not just that it comes at least three weeks earlier, but the speed and efficiency with which it slips from “grass is beginning to look green” to “flowers and leaves everywhere.”

Growing up, spring wasn’t a season – it was a protracted, muddy battle that somehow ended every year sometime in early June with summer on top; and you were never quite sure how. Spring in Ontario... seems to have better stage management. It’s always cartoonishly idyllic, as though the plants have everything prepped and ready to go and then jump out yelling “surprise!” I’m always terrified I’ll miss it through inattention.