This morning I was confronted with this. More of the white stuff that Mother Nature keeps sending our way.
Instead of snow, I am really dreaming of this. Flowers in bloom.
A shaded front porch on a hot summer day.
The garden statue draped in Wave Petunias.
After reading Chickens in the Road this morning, I have decided to join Suzanne on her quest to will spring our way. I have had my fill of "Old Man Winter". I am ready for garden plots, seed orders, baby chicks, and calves escaping their pen.