Waiting for spring...

It's still in the 30s-40s here (Fahrenheit, that is). We're so sick of cold and winter now that any time the sun is out, we go drink it in on the glassed-in patio, which is significantly warmer than outside and still allows us to soak in the glorious sunshine.

While we wait for spring, Frédéric has started our garden and my bar has been taken over by the sprouts of broccoli, lettuce, tomatoes, parsley, corn, and whatever else he has going there.

The radishes and rhubarb have found their homes directly outside in the new part of the vegetable garden, located where the now-removed thin cement slabs were, next to the garden shed, and the strawberries are in the raised beds near the barbecue.

Next on the list - finding and installing some sort of fencing so that Gala doesn't tread all over the garden when she runs around the house like a whirling dervish.