I didn't care how cold it was or how frozen the ground still is, I HAD to be outside yesterday. The sun was shining. It was 34 degrees, and with no wind I didn't even need to zip my down jacket. It felt good.
There are lots of heucheras holding onto their leaves, although all look worse for the wear of winter. Brushing leaves away from the crown of one of my favorites, I accidentally broke off a small side shoot. With so many blank spots yet to be filled in my young garden, I brought it to the basement where my tropicals are overwintering, made a fresh cut, dipped it in some rooting hormone, plunked it in a pot, and watered it. I hope it roots. I only have one of this variety, called Guardian Angel, and it's a pretty one.
The lawn, patio, and garden were looking sad. There were blizzard-blown maple sticks and branches all over the place - not a pretty sight from the kitchen window. I swept the patio, and picked up most of the sticks lying on the garden and lawn.
Getting outside in the sunshine and fresh air was just the therapy I needed. And even though today the sun's hiding behind a thick cloud cover, when I look out our kitchen window, everything looks fresher, neater, and just a little less forlorn.
LOOK! The sun came out! Isn't that so much better?