There was Winter In The Mix

I fell asleep to rain and woke to winter once again. It was a snow still falling winter morning.

But it was already thirty four degrees and the melt was on while the snow kept falling.

Spring is being kept in check. That is fine. Slow cool springs tend to be the best with no surprises.

This is bulb weather, exactly what they are made for. The skies will clear. The sun will shine. The crocus will open for business when conditions are just right.

By noon the snow was pretty much gone and I began a whole list of odd and ends chores that started with planting my two new birthday Witch Hazels. There is going to be quite the show in years to come when all five grown Witch Hazels bloom at once.

I finally stopped thinking about it and stapled some quarter inch wire fencing to an old window frame for screening my aged dung. It has been coming with a lot of three quarter inch gravel from the gravel filled corral off the horse stalls. I'd rather have all that gravel on my driveway than in my flower beds. Screening the dung became a necessity.

Look at that luscious dung. My plants are going to be so happy.