The snowdrops are peaking up over the hill by my house. Hesitant, but persistently growing each day. There’s an earthy aroma in the air which signals that spring has begun flirting with us after a frigid winter. The sun is lingering longer each day, but just as I start packing up my mittens and coat, I see that snow is in the forcast again. I’m ready to start planting my garden again, but mother nature has other ideas. I guess I can hold off a little longer as the weather makes up its mind.