The garden got a good, gentle soaking overnight. I donned my red boots this morning, going out to inspect the situation. The daffodils are all getting into the swing of things now, with many other varieties of bulbs putting out growth. In the hollow stump I moved to the front, pansies seem to be taking hold (while there are new pansies in the nurseries now, the ones I got a couple weeks ago were left from last season...and on sale!).
It will be warm again today. I'm actually looking forward to some afternoon sunshine when this gray moves on. Yes, it's too warm for February, but no, it won't last. The temperature swings keep on keeping on. It's early to go gung ho with planting, but in a week or two I'll be putting in root crop and greens seeds. The nightshades (tomato, pepper and eggplant) are still growing well under their lights in the indoor warmth.
I don't know what I'd do without the garden. It gives me purpose during a time in which I question if I have any purpose at all. Or shall I say, sometimes my purpose seems like it's simply putting one foot in front of the other, living as well as I'm able.
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