Honestly, I love winter. Having grown up in NH, I crave banks of snow, ice storms, dark afternoons, and a wood stove to keep me warm. But along about Ground Hog Day I'm done. Which would be fine if I lived in the kinder, gentler part of Zone 6. In NYC winter lingers. Sometimes till March, sometimes till April. Frosts in May are not unheard of.
But like I said, I'm done. So I start looking. Prowling about for the smallest sign that underground something senses the days are getting longer and that on a sunny afternoon you can actually take off your jacket in Central Park.
Here's what's out today:
Galanthus nivalis (snowdrops)
Hamamelis mollis (Chinese witchhazel)
Eranthis hyemalis (winter aconite)
What's poking its head up in your garden? Go ahead...make me jealous.