Mimi has spent the day in the garden, she weeded the front yard and then went out and bought flowers and planted them and she pushed the lawn mower around. She felt if she was going to stay away from work, something Bobby had begged her to do, she was going to work the garden, she was going to get dirty, get mud and grass stains on the knees of her overalls, she was going to crawl around the grass and wiggle her ass at her husband and laugh and maybe even drink water out of the garden hose. She would forget work and she would do things to the lawn and the garden and her gardener would chastise her, why are you doing my job? he would ask, and she didn’t care, she needed to feel the earth between her fingers. And planting flowers while Bobby barbecued the various meats, she flashed back to a scene of the children running around the yard, of the domestic bliss of a garden, she’d grown up in Paris, she’d never had a garden, just patio boxes, just plants in the house, and now she had an entire garden, and after the endlessness of the winter the rapid melt of the snow and the onset of green was an astonishing sight, it made her fall in love with Montreal for the first time, that transition, when spring just happens, and the mood of the city lifts and suddenly the world is a wondrous and just place.