Spring has been mighty slow in arriving, even if we’ve missed the last couple of big snowstorms. Even the sunny days have been cold, and my snowdrops have stubbornly kept their buds closed. Until today: sunny, warm, glorious. Even the snowdrops agreed.
I spent the afternoon raking up the neglected autumn leaves, mostly so that my squill could get to the light. I found a few other signs of spring.
I’m choosing to ignore the forecast for cold and snow, except insofar as I decided not to plant peas today.
The cardinals and robins are carrying on in the mornings, fascinating the felines.
It’s not so warm that sunbeams aren’t properly appreciated, though.
One response to “Finally!”
Squill! I love snowdrops, too, but squill are tiny and blue and have a great name.
My feline is also enjoying the new season of bird TV. There is also radio programming–morning sapsucker percussion hour.