At last, it’s time again. On again. Off again. There will, of course, be more snow (in Colorado, Spring snows are simply fat rain) and then we’ll get those horrible March winds. But on warm February days, starting right now, we must seize the glorious moments!
First task: cleaning up. (Won’t that nasty old man who hates my untrimmed winter garden be pleased?)
My favorite, decades-old, rusty clippers still cut like new.
And the gorgeous new gloves my dear friend Andrew gave me are protecting me from the thorny Himalayan rose that seems to hate me (or is it Mongolian? Could it be true that cold-climate roses are particularly deadly?).
And wouldn’t you know it? Ten minutes into the first day, I get a huge splinter in my big toe. Who cares what the groundhog predicts? My toe is telling me that Spring — albeit Rocky Mountain style — is here.