February provided ataste of straightforward, sweet, sluggish living, yet it broke all the regulations. Warm, bright days woke up the garden, triggering a premature blooming season. As I walked the backyard, white petals damaged loose from the spirea and also climbed into the wind. Life was mixing in the butterfly shrubs, also, populating the branches with rounded eco-friendly fallen leaves– last year they hadn'' t grew until completion of April. Continue Reading “