It’s only February 19. It’s only February 19. It’s only February 19. That’s my mantra today, as I attempt to talk myself down from the excitement I felt as I walked through the garden. Signs of spring are everywhere.
Tiny fans of iris (Iris germanica) foliage are starting to green up among the leaves and mulch.
Buds on lilac (Syrniga vulgaris) swell larger each day.
The first of the early daffodils (Narcissus sp.) have broken through the soil.
It’s only February 19. It’s only Feburary 19. It’s only February 19. In a year where I’ve craved spring more than any other, my head tells me there’s still plenty of winter to come. My soul, however, is green with hope.