Nine hours and 32 minutes of sunlight here today--last time we had that much sunshine was the day after Thanksgiving. You could look it up!
The sun has started its summer flight.

My seeds came yesterday--a small packing envelope holds wildness beyond imagination. Moonflowers as big as my head, as fragrant as a prom date. Brandywines dripping sweet juice on my chin in August. A small basil forest releasing its scent with the rush of a warm July thunderstorm. And no matter how wild my imagination runs, summer will surprise me.

We're halfway to Imbolc. In a few weeks I will be looking for the crocuses. My rosemary plant showed off a few purple flowers last week, but the bees were too smart to play that game in January.

Not me. I'm already buzzing.