It’s May two-four weekend. Victoria Day. The first weekend when we start to celebrate summer. Named in honour of Queen Victoria’s birthday, it also shares the honourable distinction of referring to what use to be the standard size of a case of beer in Canada.
The risk of frost is “usually” gone and gardeners flock to nurseries like beer bugs to a vat of Labatt’s. Weeds come out. Mulch goes down. Fireworks go off. And BBQs buzz with the ceremonious sizzling of steak to bring on the few short months that make up summer.
Here’s what happened around my yard this long weekend.
Thanks Victoria for a memorable break in your honour.