It's not that winter is so terrible, at this point. I'm all acclimatized. I can take the cold; we had a -16 degree morning, and I took the dog around the block, no problem. The darkness is actually easing - I can leave work with some light in the sky, now. It's quite thrilling, really. I'm embarrassed to say that I haven't even been out ice climbing yet - not even once! - so for that reason alone I should relish the remaining winter as a chance to get out there and sink those ice axes.
But I want to bike to work. I want the snow to go away. I want stuff to start poking up out of the ground. I want to be outside a lot. I want to run. I want Ross to work on the Jag.
I planted a bunch of tulips a year and a half ago, and this will be their second blooming season. God I love tulips. They're just so... succulent. They're such focused balls of color. They're so obvious. I feel such a huge rush when I see them grow where I planted them. That brings me to a good thing about spring after a Minnesota winter; the winter lasts long enough that I've kind of forgotten what was in the garden, what I planted where, and what it looks like. Every spring is an amazing period of discovery. For instance, two years ago I had started a bunch of stuff from seed. Some of it grew vigorously that summer, and was nice. But in the second summer (last year) some delphiniums that had been completely ignorable suddenly grew huge and produced absolute loads of blue flowers.
So with no further ado, some garden photos.
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