There was something about the morning that said come on out and play. It was already warm and you could smell the earth, smell the moisture, smell the possibility of spring. It was heady.
Days like this are gifts, especially appreciated in the middle of winter. Warm days that beckon us to play outside, tempt us to leave our indoor chores to be in the garden.
So outside we head...sweatshirt and sweatpant over pjs...not even stopping for coffee. That's how it is with gardening. It is the priority.
Who needs to eat....
It was a day for getting covered in dirt.
Hellebore seedlings were divided and transplanted.
Bulbs rescued from the sale bins found new homes.
Plans were made.
Designs were contemplated.
Rocks were moved.
The dry creek was cleaned of leaves and plants.
Deep breaths of happiness were drawn.
It was the kind of day that brought suprises~~ packets of precious seeds harvested from a dear grandmother's plants. Thank you Rose. A call from Frances to celebrate the weather and talk about gardening. You are a dear.
It was the kind of day where~~
as they unfurl their petals in the warmth.
February Gold Narcissus teasing us
I do hope you have had some time in your gardens~~a walk, stick tossing with the puppies, bird watching or even snow ball throwing. Every day in our gardens is a gift.