I keep a garden diary. I mark the date of first frost. I keep track of when the first green crocus leaves push out of the ground. In years past, that happened today. But, right now there’s an icy 5-inch crust of snow in my front yard. Somewhere, deep in the earth, are plants waiting for their moment. When it does come, springtime is going to be intense, crowded and colorful.
Steve bought me tulips. A consolation prize for an impatient gardener. They’re glowing orange in a vase on my desk. The white snow in the background sets them off nicely, don’t you think?