It snowed on the first day of spring this year. My garden is just beginning to peek from under the snow. But I know spring is here. I feel it in the air. I feel it when I look at the sun shining down on our little seedlings.
Our seedlings line the windowsill.
It was a pretty rough winter, but it was a pleasant one. One of the great things about living in New England is the changing seasons. The change is my favorite part. Just when I can't seem to take one season anymore, I begin to see signs of the next one. So as I patiently wait to be out in my garden, I will enjoy the melt and the mud it brings. And I will enjoy watching my little tomatoes, peppers and eggplant grow.
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