Spring in Canada: A Lesson in Trusting the Wait

Spring in Canada doesn’t arrive with fanfare. It tiptoes in, like someone who texted “on the way” an hour ago but still hasn’t shown up. The calendar says it’s here—but step outside and the cold air, silent birds, and undecided trees will have you questioning everything.

Canadian spring is an exercise in patience. It’s the season that teaches us that change doesn’t always come in bold strokes. Sometimes it’s subtle—a soft breeze, a hesitant bud, a single bird singing low in the distance.

I walk through this confusing weather bundled in a scarf and sunglasses, not for fashion, but for survival. It’s the only season where layering becomes a sport, where your body says “I’m freezing,” and your heart says “but hope is blooming.”

This in-between time is a metaphor for life. Spring is a season of becoming. It reminds us that growth happens underground, in the quiet, in the unseen. We all want summer—warmth, clarity, color—but spring tells us: not yet. Trust the process.

So even if the tulips haven’t bloomed, and the sun is only making cameo appearances, I still walk. Because just knowing that something beautiful is on its way… is enough.

And maybe that’s what spring really is: not a season of warmth, but a season of hope.

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