There’s something underfoot, quite literally…rumblings that spring is on the way. A great underground network of workers is on the move, tunneling and depositing their waste in neat little mounds that polka-dot our lawn…
Quiet Snowdrops raise the ensign—winter is surrendering.
And I was so tickled to walk into my ‘studio’ and see an Artist other than me at work!
The Old Farmer’s Almanac suggested that I gather branches full of buds and put them in water for a winter bouquet. It worked! The forsythia have graciously yielded up their blooms to adorn my dreary windowsill!
I never tire of the wonder of an opening bud!
And I’m glad for the chance to hibernate and dream up flowers of my own that don’t require weeding!