We were told a lot of worries we should have, when we moved up here. One of the big ones was it is sooooooo cold.
The next was that nothing can bloom. There will be no flowers, the wind destroys them all... poof... gone.
It has been ummm, remarkably warm, and there is a whole lot of colour going on around here.
The days are long lazy summer days, the sort of days where hatchlings lie in the grass and ask questions like 'How many petals are there on a daisy mama?'
'40... 34... 45... 42... and 39 on this one.'
Apparently, daisies do not do uniformity.