It's finally coming up -- the backyard bed has daffodils laughing in it, and the hyacinths are finally blooming. But if I had the cojones to go out there and dig, the dirt would just smash back in my face. It's got to be blowing 30 mph out there.
The bed's ready to plant...maybe tomorrow morning, when the wind dies down. In the meantime, you could enjoy another Coloradoan's garden tales.
And I'm headed out to put the sheets on the line -- and watch them blow to Kansas.
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