Mother Nature has a wicked sense of humor. After my little taunting limerick yesterday, she saw fit to bury those cheerful daffodils under six inches of snow. No gardening here. Better keep my seedlings warm inside a little while longer.
(leaving a Starbucks in Renton last night at 8:30 pm)
(contorted filbert in our front yard this morning)
(veggie gardens snugly tucked under a layer of snow)