A year ago, I was in Canada, visiting my nice family members. (Which means all of them!) My brother and I had just been to see our lovely, crazy cousins in southern Manitoba, and were planning a road trip to the west coast. (Sort of Thelma and Louis.)
Our first stop was in the town that was near the farm where we both grew up. Henry had also lived with the rest of the family (before my appearance), at another farm. It took some doing, but we located that old farmyard. This was quite an emotional occasion for my brother. (Rather like my arrival, I guess, which bumped him out of the ‘baby of the family’ spot!)
As we drove around the area, we saw some evidence that spring was, indeed, making a comeback.