We woke up to snow on Friday morning, totally unexpected, even to the weather guys who were blindsided by it. By mid afternoon the snow had melted, and it was if it had never happened. This morning I woke up to this
It begins. Despite the snow and the cold, Mother Nature is shoving her way out of the ground, shaking the cold of winter out of her hair, and shrugging the chill of winter off her shoulders and defying every convention out there.
Crocuses are the first signal of spring, their cousins the hyacinths are already out of the ground and setting buds. The daffodils have pushed their heads above the snow and are setting flowers. In just a few weeks there is going to be a fireworks display of spring flowers overrunning the garden. It has begun, and my heart cannot be more glad.