It's May . . . not that anyone would notice.

One more thing before I buckle down and get to work.

I am sick and tired of the cold. We actually had snow this weekend. Almost blizzard-like conditions for a few minutes. And I need to scrape my car in the morning before work.

Look at the date. It's MAY!

Mid-April, when the temperatures were up in the 70s, my garden sprung to life. But now each morning I go outside and note how the cold has affected the plants. My bleeding hearts were coping well with the freezing temperatures at night, springing back during the day. But last night they'd had enough, and there was no resurrecting them this morning. They are all lying flat. And dead. And I am quite upset about it.