What a glorious day. I don't care what the groundhog says--for today, at least, we could pretend that spring is here. My old heat-loving kitty could warm herself in the sun,
it was a perfect day to jump around outside,
and the Red-flowering Current is ready to burst open.
We have a tradition here that the blooming of the Daphne is the official beginning of spring for us, and we celebrate with milkshakes. I can taste them already...
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The weather has been almost unreal, hasn't it? Sadly I don't think my daphne made it through The Arctic Blast.
By some miracle I actually thought to cover up my Daphne before the big storm. It is looking a little ragged around the edges from the cold weather since the storm, but there are lots of buds.
Eliz
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