Every year in Ottawa, it's more or less the same thing: somewhere around mid-March, winter starts petering out, and gasps its dying breath somewhere by the beginning of April.
In April, the snow melts away, the grass starts turning green, and we all anxiously await warm days (anything over 10°C counts) where we can go outside without anything heavier than a windbreaker.
But for whatever reason, the trees seem to take their sweet time to wake up. Until they do, we're in a sort of strange nether-world of green grass and bleak, gray trees with no life.
It's not until the last week of April or the first weeks of May that the buds start appearing. When they do, they sure go fast.
This is what the maple tree in my backyard have been up to this past week.
Soon enough, these buds will turn into full-blown maple leaves and we'll get some colour and shade again.
Father. Husband. Son. Cyclist. Unrepentant realist. Photographer.