Whew. Went out to the herb garden to start the clean-up process (which I really should have done last fall), and discovered some long-unused muscles. Hope I'll be able to get out of bed tomorrow ... Yep, I'm really out of shape after a long winter spent much of the time at the computer.
Anyway, the tiny green sorrel leaves are coming up (and the red-and-green Rhubarb Pie sorrel I'd forgotten I'd planted last year), as well as the chives, garlic chives, and some new green on the oregano and lemon thyme. Oh, and the violets have lovely green leaves as well. Once I'd cleared away last year's now-dead growth, I discovered the tender new life. I feel like singing! (Okay, so I was singing, but I'm not saying what, as it will date me for sure.) Still battling that dang tansy I was stupid enough to plant a few years ago. Too much sheep sorrel, too, plus some unidentified weeds that have those underground runners and are thus all but impossible to eradicate. So I spaded and raked and pulled off the dead stuff, happy as a clam at high tide.
It's still a bit cool out, but I worked up a sweat in the garden, all the while hearing the geese call, and finally the lovely, wild, cacophonous sound of the sand hill cranes. The lake is almost completely thawed, at long last. Can the spring peepers be far behind?