Yesterday was a lovely day. Bright, sunny, and the temperatures were well above freezing, so most of the snow melted.
Inside, the Lily of the Valley are at their peak and seem to taunt the Winter outside. “You can’t touch us, you can’t frost us.”
There are microgreens sprouting in the sunroom and a basket full of seed catalogs sitting beside my favorite chair, from where I can look out occasionally and see birds stopping by the feeders.
Does all this make winter my favorite gardening season?
But it does make it one of the most restful of all the gardening seasons*, and that’s good enough for me.
*Every season is a gardening season for me. Isn’t it for you?