I don’t ever remember a winter (or any season) that was so constantly windy as this one has been. One was more than enough, thanks.
I found the first sign of spring greenery yesterday. Before I moved to the cabin, the previous owner planted a small number of Easter flowers at the edge of the driveway—crocus, hyacinth, etc. After all these years, those spring bulbs are still coming up. One of them is now about 1 inch above ground. So far I haven’t seen any signs of life from the native flora.
Baby Dog is probably too old to be called Baby Dog anymore. Maybe I should call her Girl Dog.