It's an unseasonably warm day here On the Doorstep, and LOOK! This crocus came struggling up through the garden refuse. I take it as a sign. Yes, of spring, my darlings, but also a sign that my garden doesn't want to be ugly. It wants to be beautiful. We'll tear into things tomorrow. I can't promise beautiful after only one day, but we'll be on our way. Woo-hoo!