When we lived in our house in the suburbs, I always rushed out to take photos of those purple-blue April crocuses pushing through the ice and snow remnants. They were a symbol of life and renewal. Winter would soon be past, and we could look forward to warmer weather and the beauty of spring's awakening. However, if Solomon had written Song of Songs 2:12 here in Ottawa, he would have penned it in May: "Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard; in our land." We[...]