Rain becomes snow later today. Nonetheless, we gimp on towards the threshold of Summer. A fire in the wood stove, determination in the heart. Folks in the valley are well along into Spring. Up here on the mountain we follow at some distance.
I'm not sure which direction to take the flower garden. Rodents munched most of the bulb plants (one tulip survives). Hungry deer ate the azaleas. Roses, maybe. Annual coleus in the rock garden until I can get columbine and astilbe established.