It must be some kind of survival strategy. I keep thinking I should be seeing more bulbs and more signs of spring by now. I did this last winter. Looking back to last February's post shows just how wrong I am again.
There is still snow on the ground, less than last year at this time, and the ground is still pretty much frozen. It is still a bit early for major bulb action.
My impatience and the current lack of snow has allowed for an earlier start on the processes of picking up sticks and the chop and drop of old perennials. The Spots have even been spending more time outside of late too. They don't do snow with much enthusiasm.
It's still just me and the snowdrops for now.
Real signs of major bulb activity and the real time to get busy gardening could very well coincide with the completion - inspection wise any way - of the cozy cabin. I am within spitting distance of the finish.
The sink side counter top was set in place on the supporting ledgers today. I need shorter screws to fasten it down. Then I can cut a big hole in it for the sink.
If I can cut nice perfect holes through the walls for vents, I should be able to cut a nice hole through the counter top for the sink. I just have to be careful not to scratch it.
The weather diagnosis is calling for warmth and sun through the week. That means the exterior lights can be installed without my fingers freezing. Lights. Kitchen sink. Inspection. It might encourage some bulb activity too.
The Black Americana collection is coming out of hiding to live in the kitchen. I hung the right side picture on the low side to leave room for something else above. I have very limited wall space. Some art pieces are likely to remain in storage even after I am settled in.
I may be chomping at the bit, but I am not completely misguided. The 10,000 daffodils are beginning to peek through the ground.
It's almost here.