Bulbs

FarmWife is beside herself with excitement because some poisonous little roots that she planted two years ago have made some poisonous little flowers that I am NOT allowed to eat. I, for one, do not understand the purposes of horticulture if there's not some gastronomical reward at the end of one's labors. FarmWife, on the other hand, says, "oh, aren't they lovely," and, "surely spring has sprung." On that note, here's wishing for an easy passage to spring for my New England friends. Here's hoping your snow falls lightly, melts quickly, and leaves crocuses in its wake.

Pictured: ground-driving Arrietty, just one of Spring's little pleasures.

Ears,
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