Although most of the prognosticating rodents, (and one prescient lobster) here in Canada..
predicted an early spring for us, it’s certainly hard to believe it in my garden.
Friday night another blizzard blew threw. Dave and I got caught in on the way home from Sarnia that evening – and boy was it a doozy. But we made it home safe, if a little slower than usual.
There are signs of spring out there though…
If you look closely, you’ll see catkins on my pussy willow. Sadly, I can’t get closer for better pictures unless I want boots full of snow.
Instead, I’m staying inside and dreaming
I’ve got several seed catalogues to help see me through until the snow melts.
And these adorable little handmade, recycled envelopes are full of native wildflower seeds. I ordered them in December from the Ottawa Wildflower Seed Library!!!
Quite a few of them require cold stratifcation (ie the seeds have to be cold for a while before they will germinate) so I think they will be just perfect for some Winter Sow containers. I think that will be a good project for next weekend.
Wandering Cat Studio 
It’s hard to believe when you look out at all that snow and ice we have out there that in just a few weeks we will be planting those 24 trees the city is making us plant to replace the ones we had cut down. I hate spending the money but I am enjoying planning what will go where. Anything is better than those awful poplars we had.
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At this point, some time above the freezing mark on the thermometer will bring us all great joy.
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Nothing like a cold, hard winter to give us dreams of Spring flowers!!!
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While it was a weekend without any snow or ice in the forecast, the temperatures have been in the teens at night and the wind was brutal yesterday.
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And it’s supposed to be 70F here tomorrow!!!! In February. It’s unheard of. If it actually gets that warm we’ll read records. Of course it will immediately drop back into the 40’s but that’s still not too bad. I’ll take it.
I’m glad you got home safely after being out and about. So many people are still like you, buried in the white stuff.
Blessings,
Betsy
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