I'm pleased to say, the nubbins are back.
The garden so far is still a winter wreck. It's muddy, leafy and generally bleaugh, but dammit, there are nubbins here, there, and everywhere, which means all is good.
Along the driveway, some of them are a bit larger than the rest. These are actually January nubbins, otherwise known as those silly flowers that thought the 3-day winter thaw meant spring was here and it was time to wake up and start growing again. If only. If only.
The good thing about a freak winter thaw is that it gives us super duper procrastinators a chance to plant more bulbs (hell YES we did). The bad thing about a freak winter thaw is that once it's over, winter returns. Often with a vengeance. A painfully extended, bitterly cold vengeance. With long nasty teeth.
But January nubbins don't know good from bad, and once they've committed to growing, they can't smoosh themselves back into the bulb, hit snooze and wait for the alarm to go off
On the outside the garden is still gray and shmucky, But packed inside every little nubbin is a lesson of timing, patience, strength, resilience, hope, promise, renewal and life. Like the nubbins, I'm glad to have made it through the winter. Lately it's seemed like I've been frozen, not ready, willing or able to move. But looking back over the past few months I'm glad I was strong enough to hold on, because holding on was all that was necessary. And now, it's feeling warm again. I think it's time to grow.