This morning we woke to sunshine and gusting North-Northwest winds. The birds abandoned the swinging feeder and resorted to picking seeds from the ground instead. The puppy begged to be let in as spruce boughs thrashed about. The birch tree bends with each gust, practically touching it's tippy top branches to the ground.
Inside, Cooper has decided he would like to reside on my hip all morning, so we are thawing in the warm sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows while bagels are mixed in the mixer. Lily has ventured over to Gramma's house to hold the new baby chicks. Soon the stove will warm the house as the smell of fresh bagels fills the air. My nose is already tingling with the scent of Spring blowing in through cracked bedroom windows as curtains sway with every gust of wind.
With Spring on the horizon and the promise of warm sunshine on my face, my mind is awakened with a desire to dream about the many things I want to accomplish in the garden and greenhouse this year.
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