So, while we may wake up to this:
In the garden it's bizarre: The kale is still producing tops and oddly enough looks as if it needs a NoNo on its stems for the new leaf sprouts;
I've been able to harvest rosemary - normally it would be dead and covered by snow;
My Hamamelis is starting to colour - a good 7 weeks early (note to self - be sure to get out new Christmas present - a lovely monopod to make photos like this sharper);
and Bart has been able to harvest his buried bones well ahead of schedule since the ground really hasn't frozen the way it normally does. Even I would be able to find them - nothing like above-fridge temperatures to continue the process of putrefaction.
Can you imagine how thrilled I be if I liked Brussels sprouts? I almost want to adopt this little fellow as a pet.
I generally leave most things in the garden rather than cut them down. This is a plant I've got to remember to take out next fall. In a large border, at the very back, I'd never notice, but in an island bed when everything else is small and naked, it just looks horrid.
Doesn't the Carex look splendid? Look how it matches Bart's ball.
And on February 2nd I saw my first robin. That dark shadowy bird to the left is a robin - the other sweet little perching bird had a rusty coloured throat and taupe body. I just couldn't convince them to come below the level of my lens so I could light them better.
I know I should be worried about all this warm weather, but I just can't be. With the early return of my feathered friends and tiny pops of buds here and there, my spirits are well above where they normally would be during one of our coldest, darkest and bleakest months.