Tis the season of muck.

Can hardly take a step outside without caking your feet in slush, grit, sand, or sloppy mud. Not the time of year to be a neat freak, that’s for certain. The dog is going to come into the house with a sandy belly, and muddy paws from now until late April. As I assume we aren’t totally done with snow, ice, or freezing rains because it’s still far too early in the year to hope it’s done. While I can appreciate these sunny days with temperatures in the teens, it will swing back into double digits below zero, and ass snow back into the ground before April. To think otherwise is ludicrous. Cross your fingers for it, but don’t get your hopes up.

I will be wearing my Wellington boots for the next five weeks or so, until the ground firms up, the rains stop, or the snow officially ends. Then I will have to gear up for planting our Dahlias, and glad bulbs. I’m also interested to see how many of the two hundred old tulip bulbs emerge this spring. I thought a great many of them were spent already, but I could be pleasantly surprised, or not. They were free, so I won’t be too heart broken over it. It either looks really full and colourful, or it stays the same as it has always been. I’d feel different if I’d bought those 250 bulbs and not a one does anything note worthy.

Also it’s that time of year – again. Tax time! Have to go back through my records, and find all my billing information for every single thing. It’s a drag, but must be done. Wish me luck!