April in Toronto and it is officially Spring. No one told the grass or the trees or the plants.
Everything is brown. My grass, my trees, the roads, the plants, the forest that is steps away from my street. There is nothing that looks like Spring. It’s making me so sad that today I cried brown tears.
I know, I know, I asked for the snow to go away and it did. I expected that when the snow left and the Spring sprung, there would be something green (grass) and yellow (daffodils) and purple (crocuses). I don’t need the pink tulips or the red roses or the white hydrangeas yet, but geez … BRING ON SOME COLOR!
These crocuses are not in my yard, but I sure wish they were.