I felt an itch today.
An itch to garden, whatever that means.
I walked my grounds in flip flops and a t-shirt because it was a pleasant 60 degrees outside.
I desperately wanted to weed. Or dig. Or snip.
But that opportunity didn’t exist.
The birds were raising hell throughout the backyard and I decided maybe running around and trying to photograph them might scratch the itch.
It sort of did.
Damn it is difficult to get them to sit still. Oh well.
When I was done I took one last pic before I walked through the front door.
My garden looks so much better in winter than it has before.
I actually stopped and let it all soak in.
I like gardens.
Even in winter.