The days are getting longer and the grass shows more than the snow. Spring is something that can not be rushed, yet I yearn for it with such anticipation. The birds flirt in the bushes and the males check out all the birdhouses to decide which one they will stake their clame on.
Today, after much head beatting over how to master this blog, I intend to put on my rubber boots and bring in some apple tree branches for forcing. I can pretend it is Spring inside if it is not quite ready outside.