Out like a Lion

We got robbed. Isn't March supposed to come in like a Lion and then out like a Lamb... or vice versa? So far, I'm thinking it came in like a Lion and now is going out like one too. So where does that leave us? My little plants are looking for sunshine, and so am I. I usually enjoy gray days. There's something about the soft light that makes me contemplate and create. But, it's been a long time and I'm ready to thaw. I realize we are in danger of flooding if the snow goes too fast, but if you noticed the sunshine pushing down on the roads and forcing the snow to lift itself to the sky in the form of vapors, spring can't be far behind.
My little plants are doing well, I have light on them 24/7 to keep them from damping off. The peppers are resisting the urge to germinate - you know most of them come from down south anyway. But, I will prevail.
This is my favorite time of year. Easter breads and new dresses; the smell of the earth waking up for a loooooonnnnnnggggg winter's nap; the end of school; the beginning of gardening; the trees leafing out... so many things to be thankful for. Before this last snow, I noticed the iris and onions have venture out past the soil. I'm really looking forward to rearranging my flower beds this year. My friend Pat save me Hollyhock seeds and I'm going to border the south side of the house. I have plans for more around the pole garden bed for Moon Flowers, a cousin of the Morning Glory. I love those flowers. But, so do the deer. Of which we have seen plenty of deer. They are still pawing for food. In fact, between the raccoons, the pheasant and the deer, my bird feeders are always empty. So not that I wish to wish my life away, but I'm thinking come on spring. We are waiting.