Uncle

That's it!  I give up: I'm officially sick and tired of winter.  Sure there are aspects of winter that are pretty: intricately patterned snowflakes and light, wispy fluff gently floating down from the heavens.  But I'm way past pretty.

There's so much snow piled 'round my house that if there's anymore . . . well, I don't know where to put it.  The snowpiles can only go so high. And the temperatures keep dipping past
 -20C (although isn't it weird how -20C sounds down right "balmy" after enduring -35C wind chill--just saying is all).  Its enough to make a body hide indoors under a thick comforter for the rest of the dreary season.

I so need a dose of springtime . . .

Budding Hyacinth

But for now I'll have to settle for my budding hyacinth bulb (I had to fish it out of its dark hiding place 'cuz I was worried the deep cold would seep in and kill it).

Is it spring yet?