Isn’t February the Shortest Month?
February –somehow the shortest month feels like the longest, dragging itself out day after dark and gloomy day. The novelty of the winter has worn off, spring is still weeks away, and the cold and snow continue. The only thing that keeps me going is the thought of those daffodils blooming, and the memory of warm, damp earth under my nails.
Lily bulbs have been planted this week and are nestling down in the warm greenhouse soil. The early annuals are beginning to be transplanted from the seeding flats into true flats, and Patty is seeding more every day. Huge stacks of mulches arrived today.
Written by Lynn on the slope of Teasel Hill on another cold and blustery day.
