It's been unseasonably warm here in my part of the South recently. I've gotten out and pulled weeds and finished some of the fall cleanup garden tasks that I never gotten around to. I've cursed the squirrels who have been eating my tulip bulbs and I've noticed some of my allium springing to life.
In January when one expects to wear coats and see at least a bit of white now and then, it feels like April. Although I know I can't plant anything for several more months, this weather makes me want to go outside and stare at the ground. In the evenings, I peruse garden catalogs and try to decide if this will the year I get into roses.
I know it isn't spring yet and I'm not about to start wishing that time will pass any faster than it already does, but days like we've been having make me long to get some dirt under my nails. I guess I'll content myself with planning further plant aquisitions and digging out the dandelions while the weather holds.
1 year ago