It's been so lovely this week. The sun was out, the snow was melting. It really felt like spring was well on it's way. I even found these.
I read recently that voles like to eat bulbs and I had resigned myself to thinking that the muscari bulbs I planted under the birch trees wouldn't likely see spring. A Triumph. It appears that the majority of the bulbs have made it through the winter and will likely flower.
In typical fashion, Tragedy quickly followed Triumph. I woke up Friday to a snow storm. The wind was blowing, the snow was falling and it is highly unlikely I will be able to do any gardening this weekend. I suppose the positive outlook is that it's easier to wipe snow off my truck than it is to scrape off frozen rain.