Wishing it was spring

I wish it was spring, and the snow was melted and the air was warm. But unfortunately wishing isn’t going to change the temperature from 23 degrees. But I have one thing to make t a little happier and spring-ier. Bulbs. I’m trying to force a few to bloom around the house and it appears to be working. Winter isn’t all dead and gloomy.

All in one

Here is one of my birthday presents. My sweet husband installed it himself. I’m so glad Scott has lots of vacation left so he can do all these things for me.