Colder, cloudier and blustery. The dust in my eyes means we’re overdue for some rain. I’m still searching for new seedlings outside, with little to show for it – today I found only one, the first tiny leaves of a columbine seed I planted last fall. In the meantime, I console myself with our amaryllis. Its flower stalk is now close to two feet tall, the bud plump and flirtatious, bright green blushing red.