Temperature climbed to 69 degrees F.
Birds were singing and showing off instead of eating at the bird feeder.
Dirt was soft and beckoned to be caressed by hands.
A few brave souls lifted their violet delicate heads.
Plans for trimming and pruning were made.
Budgets for repair projects were listed.
Rocks were pulled away from green peaking tips of tulips in the pots
Resting easy in their beds that night.
this is what greeted my eyes.
Coffee in hand it was truly a beautiful if exhausting scene.
Poor little tulips buried somewhere in that thick cotton blanket.
and being proactive with spring plans.
Once again a natural change dampens our activity.