No snow this week to dampen the spirit of the spring. It is still a bit nippy at your toes (my toes remain in sock but the boot of a broken foot is open-toed), but, there is hope in the somewhat green horizon.

Field of snow drops.

I welcome white that is not snow. I should not complain. Columbus received little snow this winter.
John and I attended a class at the Franklin Park Conservatory this weekend and were a bit disheartened with news that the average last frost in Columbus is the first of May. Cheez. I have all of March and April to pine for the smell of dirt. There are always peas. And lettuce. And greens. And cabbage. And broccoli. All is not lost. John will start clearing the gardens of good days and we are planning to extend the cold frames. At the CRC we had a youth group that planted spring seeds in little pots. They did mark them but who knows what is planted in what. It will be good.
After the classes we joined Erin, Karlene, and Liza (she sews with me and watches small children run around the conservatory. This weeks eating out was all about ice cream. And ice cream at its best. Jeni’s. Poached Pear Sorbet, Buckeye, Pistascio, and Berry with crispy things. It is truly good.

With continued cold things come inside. These guys seem to live in severe conditions. Even my bathroom. I think they call this a stink bug or blister bug or ugly bug.

It is reported that there is an epidemic of the little guys trying to move to warm places – like my bathroom.

I suppose it is all good.
Maybe.
Happy Birthday to Jean, who is embracing her 60 years and looking forward to 60 more.
Later.






















































