I wish it was spring, but not for the usual reason. Whenever I am having a tough time or experience loss, I go out in my garden and work, and I find that it helps tremendously. Our sweet 13 year old labrador died suddenly last week. Since there is still snow on the ground, and it is January, there isn’t much gardening I can do. My dog loved the garden. She rolled around in the grass or snow, chased rabbits, deer and turkeys, helped herself to their leavings (ugh), posed for pretty pictures, and kept me company. She just loved to sit on the back step and sniff the air. There is a big hole in my heart and in my garden. These are a few photos of happier times.

Happy 2020 from my garden to yours. There have been many visitors to the garden the last few days. There’s always lots going on even though the garden is at rest. May the bluebirds of happiness visit you often in 2020.