My daffodils have started to come up. They are thinking about raising their golden heads and announcing spring.
But, then, they sigh and decide to wait. Just a bit longer. Not quite yet. Maybe next week, they say to me.
Sitting in the garden isn't exactly inviting, at the moment.
While we were at the Alisal, it snowed. The night we got home it snowed again. It was just a few inches each time, and disappeard fast, but a definite reminder that February -- even the last week of February -- is still winter. When we returned home, the house was freezing cold -- 48F. We quickly unpacked, showered (ahhhhh, hot water) and climbed into bed, under the duvet, where it was warm.
Jackson is getting tired of living in the roundpen.
I'm tired of this:
And looking forward to more of this: