This morning at 7:30 a light snow fell while robins sang and swallows dipped and rose around the still-naked trees. I'm not the only one ready for spring.
My cats have been restless and spending a lot of time on the porch, staring at the snow that's still a foot deep on our buried lawn. And I can't make it through the snow to dump the compost, so there's a bucket under the eaves of the garage by the barbeque which I've been filling for about a month now since the heavy snows fell.
I am so ready for spring. As a westside girl, I'm used to the crocuses being done, the daffodils and tulips coming up already, blooming by March.
The Manito Park conservatory helps--there, in a climate-controlled bubble, a few kinds of crocuses and narcissus and cactus and philodendron and lily and bird of paradise are blooming and growing and climbing all over each other. If you live in Spokane, and haven't been there, you should go. It's lovely.
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