Daffy Dills

On Saturday it was cloudy and grey while we worked in the garden. The air was soft, and the smell of thawing earth definitely made it feel like spring, but it looked like a late winter day.

Today was really warm, the first day I've walked at lunchtime without a jacket and wished I'd worn something lighter than the lightweight sweater I'd chosen early this morning. And as I drove up Main Street toward my house this afternoon after work, the sight that greeted me just screamed spring.

There's not much in bloom yet but the daffodils and my one stray crocus. But there's a pretty little flowering plant over between the shed and the driveway with little pink and blue blossoms (anyone who knows what this is, please tell me - ok, my boss just told me this is a wort - specifically Lungwort or Pulmonaria - ugly name for a pretty little blossom, huh?) And there are irises pushing up all over. And the forsythia buds are just now beginning to swell.



It's going to be such an adventure this year to see what will come up.