It's officially That Time of February. That point where I reach so bloody sick of winter I need to make a greenhouse trip before I start stabbing someone in the face with a snow shovel. Now to figure out the best day to get myself over to Wilton (my favorite greenhouse, the
House by the Side of the Road) and wander around their enormous complex, smell the wet earth, the green plants, wave at the koi, and harden my heart against the ivy and the bamboo who will be looking at me mournfully, pleading with me to take them all home. This is, in fact, the only thing that gets me through February, and like clockwork, it inevitably hits about the second week of said vile month. It makes me no end of happy to be this close to it right now. (I suspect I'll end up at botanical gardens when moving closer to Boston happens, eventually.)
Now, though, it is time for me to run off and take His Highness, Prince Fluffybutt for his walkies. :)
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