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Spring In Canada
I live in Canada, on the western prairies. We have what meteorologists refer to as a ‘continental climate’, which translated from weather-guy-language means that it gets cold here. Really cold. With the exception of the Arctic and Antarctic, there aren’t many places on Earth that get colder in the winter.
So, after a long, hard winter, the coming of spring is a much anticipated event, as in, “I’m gonna go nuts if spring doesn’t get here soon!” Being stuck indoors for months can make a person a little squirrelly. We just want to get outside and breathe fresh air without it freezing our lungs.
There’s a song written by a Saskatchewan born singer that goes: “Spring on the prairies comes as a surprise. One minute there’s snow on the ground, the next the sun’s in your eyes.” Sometimes the change from winter to spring comes so fast it surprises me. But it’s always a wonderful and welcome surprise.
One of my fondest childhood memories is looking for crocuses in the spring. Our farm was on the edge of a valley, and every April, the western slope of that valley was carpeted in wild purple crocuses. These tough little flowers needed only the barest of encouragement from the spring sun to pop their heads out of the ground, sometimes emerging before the snow melted. When the crocuses bloomed, I knew that winter was truly, finally over. The relief at being able to shed layers of clothes without worry of frostbite was enormous. Even greater for me as a teenager was the relief of not being snowed in and cut off from the rest of the world.
These days spring means it’s time to get the flower beds ready for planting. It means watching my perennials stirring back to life, and combing the garden centers for the perfect annuals to fill my beds and pots. I can happily pack away the parka, and relegate the snow shovel to the back of the garage. Spring means I can come out of hibernation and meet my friends with the Saskatchewan Romance Writers
for our annual spring retreat. And it means the dog and I can go for a walk without either of us having to wear boots!
Mostly, spring brings hope. Growing up in a farming community that called itself ‘Next Year Country’, I learned the endless optimism of spring. Even if this year’s crop failed, next spring would be better. If you didn’t believe that, you couldn’t go on.
Spring is a time of rebirth and renewal when all things are possible. It is a promise of better things to come. No matter how bad things were last year, no matter how hard the winter, spring is a chance to start all over with a clean slate. May all your dreams come to fruitarian this spring.
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Cara McLeod, the girl most likely to have the perfect marriage, is now divorced and, in her own words, “fat, frumpy, and over forty.” The thought of facing former classmates—and the ex-husband who dumped her—at her high school reunion terrifies her. Cajoled into attending by her kids and her best friend, Cara enlists help at the gym to lose weight and look great for the reunion. Personal Trainer Finn Cooper is more than willing to help—but does he have to be so to-die-for gorgeous?
Finn thinks Cara is perfect just the way she is. She’s everything he wants in a woman, except for one thing—she can’t get past the fact that he’s eight years younger. To Finn, age and weight are just numbers. But can he convince Cara the numbers she worries about add up to only one thing for him—love?
The Girl Most Likely Excerpt
He chuckled. “Jessica better watch her back. You could give her a run for her money.”
He heard Cara’s throaty laugh, and various parts of his anatomy tingled in response. “Yes, that’s my evil plan. Take over Rochester Noon, then the world.”
“If you set your mind to it, I’m sure you could do it.”
“Are you going to be okay now?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Thanks to you.”
He wanted so badly to tell her he loved her, adored her, thought she was the most amazing woman in the world. But fear stopped him. Was she truly over her ex-husband? Why else would losing weight for the reunion be so important to her if not to impress Peter?
“I’ve got to run. Thanks again. I’ll talk to you later at my condo, right?”
“Absolutely. I can hardly wait to hear about your big TV debut. Break a leg. Isn’t that what they say in show biz?”
She laughed. “Yeah, that’s what they say. Bye.”
Finn replaced the receiver and closed his eyes. He hoped everything went well with this interview. Cara deserved to realize how amazing she was.
If she did come to that realization, would there still be room in her life for him?