A little dryer

We've just had three fifty-year rainfalls in about a two-week period (and I sorta' think the third one was a hundred-year rainfall), with flooding all around us.

The garden dried out remarkably quickly, although the ground is still a bit squishy and I step carefully, for fear of sinking up to my neck.

The garlic was under water for about five days, but seems to be okay. I swear, the green tops continued to grow even during the flood.

Daffodils are in bloom, forsythia is at peak, and the chives (that I thought I might have transplanted a wee bit too early) are thriving.

Daffodils and onions

Signs that spring will, indeed, arrive eventually: the daffodils are coming up along the vegetable garden's fence, and I bought a bag of onions last week.

It pained me to have to buy onions. We had so many -- and such better quality -- but they did run out eventually. It's good to know that the red onions will, in fact, store until at least the end of February in my chilly kitchen. The last one was beginning to form a sprout in the interior of the onion (not visible outside), but was perfectly edible.

Spring is coming

I'm not sure I believe it, but if I say it often enough, I may start to believe.

Spring is coming.

I'm a little encouraged that the daffodils are up, and have been since mid-January. The pessimistic part of my brain insists they must have come up back in the fall, when the weather was mild until fairly late.

Still, spring is coming.