All over the mama-blogosphere are images of flowers coming up. Mine are well behind most, because it's cold here, but my post has the added benefit of letting you feel good about your own gardening. You will see exactly how much of a slovenly gardener I was last fall, and how very much I have to do before spring gets going in earnest. The beds are a mess, but the bulbs are coming up anyway. Above are the daffodils.
Here are the tulips.
Phlox, which seemed not to stop growing through the winter. Is this common? If it is, I'm going to be planting a lot of it. It's done very well here, in one of the hottest, dryest parts of my garden.
And here is my dinner, prepared for me by my friend Sandy Davenport (go have a look, she's also over there in the sidebar) because I am so swamped this week. It's a shepherd's pie, with half white potato and half sweet potato, and it's in the oven right now. Amazing. Thank you.
And that's the good news. The bad news is that between a French lesson, a glorious spinning session, a recorder lesson, and a quick visit from my parents who have just returned from Hawaii, I got not a speck of that editing project done today. Which means that after dinner is eaten, books are read, and the kids are tucked in, I'm going to be tapping away at this here keyboard, until way past my bedtime.