Returning back to our front yard after a St. Patrick’s Day post-work walk around the neighborhood with cherished rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle, fitting green for the day popped into my view.
On this unseasonably warm pre-spring day of a degree shy of 70 in Central New York, our first green sprouts of 2022 had bursted their way for that first gulp of fresh air in our gardens.
Yes, I did have to rush out back to see if any had appeared there as well.
Make it March 17 for this year’s green burst arrival.
Not too shabby.