This is the time of year that I start to think Spring will never arrive. Even when the country isn't drowning in crazy amounts of snow, the world seems impossibly cold and gloomy in February. I'm half-convinced it'll never warm up, and nothing will ever bloom again. It will be The Middle of Winter forever!
And then the first crocus (a gift from our local squirrels) decides to show up in the middle of my garden, in the middle of the night.
