|Kubota Gardens, Seattle. On a much sunnier and warmer day.|
Spring most definitely is NOT in the air! You know what is in the air? Rain. Rain is in the cold, wind-gusted air. My hair is also out there in the air, blowing every which way. Next time I will know daydreams of Farmers Markets and greenhouses full of spring bulbs do not translate to dew-misted morning blades of green, green grass. They only serve to compound the cabin fever and squashed hopes that today the sun will shine. Fear not, my friends. We are on the cusp. Almost there! And if you are a lover of winter, congratulations. You get six more weeks.
Happy Friday, everyone. Regardless of the winter storms around us!