Happy New Lunar Year to my few faithful readers and to the lovely randoms who come by with search strings that make me laugh. Thank you.
I have recently espied two of my favourite signs of spring:
Oh, wait, make that 3 (but no picture):
My daffodils are pushing their way through the cold earth. Soon, oh-so soon, there will be crocuses and daffodils and tulips and then it will be time for me to attempt a pathetic summer wild-flower not-quite-meadow front yard.
We’ll be hanging around in this little house at least until October now, so I might even garden again, though last year was rather demoralising. Still, I have a whole lotta seeds, so I may as well just plant away and be a bit more sanguine about my (predicted) failures.