waiting for spring

Derek and I are enjoying the aberrant 60 degree days in February, but soon it snaps back into a dismal 14 degree pall. Quoth Aristotle, "One swallow does not make a spring, nor does one fine day." So I dream of a stable thaw, above freezing walks, and all things green. Our bulbs have been peaking out for a month now. Even though I will have an obstructive stomach to bend over I still plan on growing some food and herbs alongside my perennials. Another anticipated event, which I will have to refrain from for awhile, is good motorcycling weather (for Derek that means any day without ice and a below zero wind chill). Still I can't complain much. I have enjoyed many wintry evenings with a javalog, blanket, book, and husband. We have also had many family gatherings stocked with games, food, and laughter. Anyway, 30 days and counting until the equinox...