IT IS SPRING AGAIN.
The days warmer, brighter and sunnier. The snow is almost all gone (from around our house anyway). The new dooryard is entirely visible. The crocuses are up and the tulips have awakened and begun to poke up their greens. This is Eastport and there is mud everywhere; but take a deep breath and you will understand; it just smells like Spring.
I am anticipating setting up the green house, ordering plants for my white garden, uncovering and waking up the roses, and starting to plant creeping thyme in the dooryard cracks between the tiles. If only the wind would die down and the temperature would creep up just a tiny bit more, I have my projects under way.