There were hundreds of them, yellow and white, and white ones and yellow ones mixed together, all in full bloom. Maybe it was the two days with highs above freezing, or maybe it was the arrival of the first of the plant catalogues (Bluestone Perennials), that got me dreaming of spring. So what if last night's rain turned to snow and the roaring winds are blowing it all over the place.
Dreams of spring are a good way for a Northern gardener to make it through the long, frozen winter. I know I'm not the only one. Just ask Carol, who named her garden May Dreams Gardens, although my dream was more about April.