It’s cold this morning, but the sky is clear and it promises to be a sunny day. It looks like the temperature is finally going to start getting above freezing later this week—let the melt begin.
It’s time to start thinking about gardening, but I’m not quite there yet. Flannel, blankets, reading socks, and the hum of the heater in my woman cave are conspiring to keep me stuck in winter-mind. That will change quickly once the streams of snow-melt start flowing.