It’s February and I have flowers in my garden. 😀 I was sitting on the step enjoying the wonderful warm weather we’ve been having and I thought, “I wonder if my bulbs are starting to come up.” So I went and looked and much to my surprise, two crocuses were blooming. The little blooms are quite a lift to my winter-tired spirit.

Today I also went out and decided to start tackling the winter annual weeds in front of my windows. The filaree had to go. I noticed them last fall when they germinated, and scraped some of them away. That only succeeded in bring more seeds to the surface and getting even thicker coverage of the weed. I proceeded to ignore it, but now with all my bulbs coming up I don’t want a background of filaree. The weather is incredibly nice, so while outside at the insistence of my toodler, I started to dig at them.

At first I was just hand weeding them. It was going well, nothing deep rotted. Then the smell of dirt, the feel of soil under my fingers, and the feeling of good old work got to me. I realized I really miss gardening. Further reflection had me thinking that it’s impossible to be depressed while gardening. Spring can not come quick enough.