The garden has started to call to me again. More so; my little man was calling me to come out.
I admit that I was reluctant. It's just so cold! And I was all snuggled in a blanket, with a nice warm coffee with a dog on my lap who is so much better than a hot water bottle.
But the late afternoon sun and my boy were calling.
As always, I was surprised by the things that I couldn't quite see from my armchair by the window.
Spring is on the way, despite the cold.
Of course, I should remember to be more dog and just roll around in the chilly sunshine; loving it.
(She's so happy even if she broke that ball ages ago.)
This stuff has taken over my sitting log, but how could I possibly mind anything this groovy?
Of course there is lots of clearing to be done, but that can wait for a warmer day. Meanwhile, the new growth pushes through all the same.
Coffee in the garden. Most excellent service.
When your backside touches the bench and feels just how cold it is.
He was delighted to see how much his
bucket of grass plant has grown!
Finding where the Roly Polys have huddled away.
Tending to the thorns that are at face height.
Little, tiny mint growth-coming right up.
He insisted that he wanted to try some of the Sage.