A ferocious line squall that roared through town on Tuesday did all kinds of random damage — roof shingles off, tree branches down, garbage bins rolling about, that kind of thing. At my house, it ripped a fake shutter off the façade and blew the lid off the composter, depositing the fake shutter in the street and the composter lid up against the garden shed some 20 metres from the composter. Plus, of course, twigs and branches all over the lawn.

Jordan the landscaper appeared on the patio yesterday to recce the up-coming window project in the rain. This is an encouraging sign because my entire sell-up-and-move agenda is on pause, waiting on the contractors. I’m holding out hope that Lucas the foundation guy can start work by mid-month, but I haven’t heard a peep from him so who knows?

Meanwhile, Spring has finally arrived definitively, allowing me to take the snow brush out of the car and make a date for semi-annual maintenance at the VW dealership in Kitchener. Forsythia is in bloom all over town — I wonder whether it will grow in Ottawa? Must check.