The bulbs I planted last fall are starting to poke out their noses.
In Canada, it is traditional for us smug Lotus Land-ers to show off the signs of spring in their garden to our fellow Canadians shivering anywhere east of the Rockies.
Go ahead. Hate us. We can take it.
(Oh, and by the way, my crazy three blog scheme may have a major flaw. Nobody knows I'm there. I guess I need buttons or something to take my dear readers from one to another. Will links do? Quilt or Life. Take your pick.)