Winter Respite

 It's hard to believe it is February.

 It was 70 degrees today.

 That's a little warm for my liking but the plants seem to approve.  My Black-Eyed Susans never did die back all the way this year.

 The crocuses are pushing up already.

 One brave little bloom was holding its head up high in the sunshine.

 The hydrangea is sending out shoots.

 That lone bloom on the camellia that braved the last snow will soon be history.

 There are many more to follow. All the bushes are covered in buds.

 Don't let all this fool you. It's still winter. Tomorrow they are calling for snow. You can get whiplash around here trying to keep up with the weather.

 The Mister covered up the woodpile in anticipation of some wet stuff. We haven't had a fire all year.

 Hoover's not complaining. He likes to spend warm nights prowling.

 Pup also enjoyed her day in the sun. She got quite tuckered out from being outside most of the day.

Old Doggie wore me out. I carried her around all day in the pooch pouch and she seems to get heavier all the time.

I am not complaining. It's not often in February that you can spend the afternoon stretched out on the grass.