Along came Stella
For over a week now I’ve been trying to write a lament for Canadian March. I was planning to write how hard it is to be stuck in an endless, snowless winter, with no prospects of either Christmas or Spring in sight. I meant to write how difficult it is to wait and wait and, when you can’t take it any longer, wait some more. I was planning to put this all on the blog, along with some pictures of what true Spring truly looks like, but then… then came Stella. Stella is not my friend or psychiatrist, she’s not