"I must have flowers, always and always." - Monet

I woke up this morning to find a thin blanket of snow on the ground. This isn't unusual in Saskatchewan, where the only thing predictable about the weather is it's unpredictability. That, and the wind.

So snow is normal in April. And in May. And sometimes in June. But it still makes the heart feel dreary and tired, especially when it arrives after the grass has started to turn green and leaves to bud, after spring fever has struck. It's like finding out a party has been cancelled at the last minute -- or at the very least, delayed.

In the land of the living skies, the sky always sets the tone. Today, it is not just grey, but empty. And so everything else feels grey and empty too.

So instead I stay inside and browse through photos of flowers. The ones that remind me that spring will come. That life will return to the outdoors.

And with it, colour.