As I write this, my six-toed cat is sitting behind my head snoring like an old woman.  I wish I could record the sound and have it play for you while you read this post.

I am in so much trouble.  It's not even February yet, and I have cabin fever so bad.  If I had wallpaper, I'd be peeling it off.  This is what our skies have looked like forever.  Even when we went to Park City last week, we got some clean air, but the skies were still grey, because it was snowing.  And the air down here in the valley is so foul, I choke when I go outside.  But go outside I did.  Let me take you on  a little walk around the yard.

The snow has been melting, and I found this guy poking through.  Mmmmmm sage!

My yarrow appears to be preparing for Valentine's Day.

And this one too.

Even the Blessed Mother is waiting for spring and light.