Out my kitchen window

My guess for spring, it will be mildly early.

By now we know if the groundhog or I revealed shadows of ourselves.

Regardless of Phil's or my prediction, spring will come as it does every year and I can hardly wait.

I've been reviewing photos of flowers from last year and iris and peonies pop up. There's also pansies and geraniums. Oh, the colors.

While I dream of perennials blooming in the garden, I'm anxious to dig out my plastic seed trays. A new tray might be on my list. It's hard to resist the gleaming black and clear plastic pieces promising fresh green seedlings. Opening a new bag of sta...