Up in the Northeast and MidAtlantic, February meant gazing out impatiently at glacial snow mountains, dreaming of spring arriving one day.  Some days you could barely get out the door or find your car, for all the drifts.

Here in the South, it’s more nuanced; the yard is masses of spring bulb flowers, while a cold, damp breeze portends more days of relentless rain, and temps in the 50s and 60s.  More seeds are germinating inside each day, but all but a few hardy ones will have to wait until mid-April to move out.  Such a teaser.

Meanwhile, unsuspecting Misu is resting up for her big procedure tomorrow, while her pal “Joey” lurks outside, begging for attention.  He follows me all over the yard like a friendly dog.