My daphne bush is in full bloom along my front brick path.
Usually, it is biting cold around here in January..you know that chill with the sunless white air.
Not this weekend. And not now.
It has been sunny. It feels like spring. And I'm loving every degree.
All 75 of them.
Did you read that...SEVENTY FIVE DEGREES!
I spent Saturday in my yard, tidying up the flower beds, pulling the weeds, filling the bin, and planting (still have some bulbs and always have annuals).
Every so often, as I was on my hands and knees, planting and pulling, I'd get a waft of the dee-vine daphne scent.
Oh, daphne, you are so heavenly.
Eat your hearts out...those of you sitting on an ice cubes.
Cheer-i-o!
Did you read that...SEVENTY FIVE DEGREES!
I spent Saturday in my yard, tidying up the flower beds, pulling the weeds, filling the bin, and planting (still have some bulbs and always have annuals).
Every so often, as I was on my hands and knees, planting and pulling, I'd get a waft of the dee-vine daphne scent.
Oh, daphne, you are so heavenly.
Eat your hearts out...those of you sitting on an ice cubes.
Cheer-i-o!
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