This was my greenhouse at the height of winter. The snow on the roof makes it look a bit lopsided, but the greenhouse stood strong to February’s heavy snow. It scares me to think of what little beings were taking refuge in there.

Yesterday, on the first day of Spring, the snow was not nearly as high. I slogged through and shoveled the snow away from the door.

I had forgotten that at the end of the season I’d  walked out without doing much cleaning up. Bummer.

It was pleasantly above freezing outside. Inside the temp was an almost balmy 80 degrees. I stripped off my coat and spent a little time yanking out the spent, dried, up tomato plants, and did a little dreaming.

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