Today it was 85 degrees which is by far the hottest day we've had this winter. Over the last few days, the warm sun has seduced the wild dogwood, and they're putting on a show. The hollow looks as if it's had a dusting of snow.
We're beginning to see wildflowers peaking up from beneath the dead leaves, and even the reluctant trees have have begun to put on their leaves.
Yesterday afternoon I walked down behind the barn to meditation rock. The wild honeysuckles are beginning blooming too -- pink, white, and a shade of lavender. The warmth radiating off the huge moss-covered rocks gives the closest bloomers a head start.
A few years ago we tied a ribbon around one of the small honeysuckles during the summer, and after the first frost, when they became dormant, we dug it up and transplanted it in our back yard.
It lived, but it's never bloomed -- I hope it does this year.
This evening when the sun dipped below the horizon, I cranked the old trusty Troy Bilt tiller and broke up our garden.
Soon we'll be planting -- a few warm days does that to me. I guess it's in my blood.