Today, it's enough for me that I was able to sit in the sun on our front porch (albeit wrapped in a blanket) and enjoy the chickadees that came to say hello. It's got me wanting spring in the worst, gardener-missing-her-soil kind of way. Someday soon, spring will have sprung and I will be digging in the dirt again. Been a lot of digging in the dirt already this month in a metaphorical sense for me. Now I'm ready to scrub the bits of compost from under my nails.
Gardening is a good kind of dirty, honest, and filled with purpose and sore muscles. Yep, looking forward to what a garden in our new place brings our way.
Wishing you chickadee-dee-dees of your own today, ~Peacemom