Had a mild afternoon with no rain. This translated into a bout of cleaning the chicken coop and mutated into pruning the roses, plum and fig trees. Buds are apparent. There are tiny purple crocuses in my front yard. Our cool and rainy PNW spring is imminent.
This time of year always reminds me of the musical version of The Secret Garden.
Makes me itch to spend more time digging in the dirt (and seeing what I can do to repair the havoc that Toby the-terror is wreaking on the gardens and lawn in the back yard with his exuberant and endless sessions of fetch).
Happy earliest of springs.