It seems the winter storm stayed well to the north. All I got was a little white froth during the night.
There were clear blue skies when I woke up and by the time I got moving half of this winter dust had already melted.
Towards the end of the day Miss Collar and I went on bulb patrol. Crawford was sleeping off another night on the prowl.
The crocus weren't quite sure what to do today.
The participants of Bulbapaloozathon grow in numbers in strength.
Things really aren't so far off schedule as this winter that wasn't makes it seem.