The snow is dry and dusty, the sun glaring. It would be much warmer if it were only up to the sun, but a stubborn wind knocks us down and pins us to almost zero. We’re defiant – if not directly resisting the wind, at least plotting against it. The amaryllis I repotted in February
is sticking out its first leaf like a tongue. We’re repotting some houseplants, and planning which seeds to start first.