One of the joys of growing up in Canada is that most places in the world are warmer, and spring arrives earlier. I grew up in Toronto where winter is a 6-month ordeal, hogging at least half the calendar with its white, frigid arms. I left that climate at age 19, and every February since have rejoiced in the arrival of my namesake season. Have I told you…
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