And it’s snowing. Again. If it were December I would have Christmas music playing softly in the background and I would be sitting here drinking my coffee and enjoying the flakes drifting softly out of the sky. But it’s the latter half of February and instead I am sitting here angrily detesting each little ice ball as it makes it’s way down to the earth. Last weekend I was out cleaning and raking the gardens and I had fully intended on continuing my efforts this weekend, but I guess Mother Nature had other plans. Plans that included a foot of snow. DAMMIT! I really didn’t want to have to dig my snow boots back out!! I can hear my husband’s voice in my head saying “it is what it is” and I suppose I need to remind myself that no amount of railing against it is going to change the fact that there will be absolutely no working out in the yard this weekend – no matter how disgruntled I feel. I suppose I will have to console myself by spending some time in my greenhouse. On this dreary wintry weekend it will be my springtime oasis. I will just crank up the heaters, turn on some music and ignore the world of white just outside the door and remind myself that spring is coming . . . spring is coming . . . . spring is coming . . . . . . . . .