‘To op their trunks the trees are never seen. How then do they put on their coats of green? They leave them out, they leave them out!’ this is a song I learned long years ago and at the end a hand gesture of opening. Ready for Spring!
Dried weeds are about all that is in the garden here at the end of winter. There are interesting subtle colors, all is not gray. A couple things are blooming inside, did get some seeds in the mail and we will have several days in a row above 60. 3 Cheers!!