There are many parts on our driveway where we can now see gravel.
Maybe I can do some planting tomorrow in these garden beds that are free of snow. Ha-ha. Most of them have standing water in them. But it's a start toward when I can plant. We've had so little snow this winter that I think it's going to be an early spring and I'm really going to push the (seed) envelope this year and do some planting in the raised beds as soon as the soil is workable. Then I'll cover the beds with cold frames and see what I can coax into early production. (Like greens. Greens, greens, I need some greens!)
Granddog Tucker had a play date with a much younger doggie friend last Sunday and has had a hitch in his get-a-long for a couple of days, but today seemed to enjoy being out for a walk in the sunshine.
Nothing like a good roll in soft, mushy snow to shake off those winter doldrums (and achy muscles).
I think he's feeling his oats (kibble?) and is happy to see it's not so frigid out anymore. Besides, having his under belly and short little legs covered with mud doesn't bother him at all. But it's time for us to get out the bucket of warm water and old towels before he comes back in the house.
Spring mud season. Ya gotta love it. Or not.