Somewhere underneath all this snow is the life line to these amazing hearty plants and flowers around here that are sleeping right now. They need to sleep. They are supposed to sleep. They want to sleep. I'm with you. I can relate.
When the ground is warm enough, mid June plus or minus, this patch of thistles is going to grow two tiny green leaves per blossom and start sending up long green shoots that are going to have the fresh new version of this thing brewing inside. Eventually it's going to open up into an amazing purple blossom that will knock your socks off. I think it's an Allium ... but that's not the point.
I'm getting ahead of myself ... it's way too soon to be focusing on spring. But I am still Zone adjusting from South to North. And while I was walking by this flower bed, that belongs to someone else, I thought I sensed live energy stirring way down there.
That plant felt that hot sun beating down on it, and I swear, it was considering it's return. But that plant has been around here much longer than I have been back, and I think it knows the difference between being teased, and the real thing. Scusi.