LOL {{{black walnut}}}

Our crocus started blooming this week and the daffs are half up, the iris have sent up tiny pointed shoots. I was pointing out the crocus to Morgan as he'd stepped on one. I explained to him how they come up every year and are too delicate to pick. He squatted down, cupped his hands around one and began to stroke it. I asked him what he was doing..."petting it, mama!" He then told it he was sorry for stepping on it and how pretty it was. Talk about melting my heart!

It's still a bit chilly to spend much time out, but there are promises of what's to come.