Your thermometer in your garden might be registering 23°C--and so is mine! But that's quite a different 23°, on the opposite side of zero. Shoulda taken a picture of that!
How fondly I remember February in Vancouver, with snowdrops and crocuses, pink buds of rhododendrons, birds gone wild, singing madly. The ground soggy, but green. This is the brightest spot in my Ontario garden:
Am I bitter? Never!
My mom is spending the days with us now, as she recovers from the insertion of a pacemaker to keep her heart from leaping wildly from 50 to 170 beats per minute. I'm sooo glad to be able to keep her company and help in a small way. We're reading David Copperfield aloud as a family and I think she's enjoying it.
And boy, we don't let the snow stop us from getting out into our little garden. Mr. D*S has shovelled a path around the perimeter so that we can throw the Kong around for Moxie.
All is well and we're patient.
Now get yourself over the Sheila's and see what's happening in her garden: