I am not convinced spring is here.
Now if the outside could start to match the inside, things would be a bit better. I am pleased to say this morning made me start to believe that mud season (the season in Maine between winter and spring) may be making it’s unfashionably-late arrival. I woke up to rain, wet snow, and mud.
This can mean one thing—there is hope for a spring garden. Perhaps, however, just not as early as I anticipated.
So, I suppose I hesitantly say, “happy first day of spring!”