It's been warm enough for the garlic to surface. Other beds have brassicas and red clover in suspended animation. I know we'll have some cold spells that will kill off the surface growth, but I am so so so ready to dig into the garden again. I want to thrust in a spade, pull it out full of soil and count the worms there.
I'm not ready for spring yet. I love the winter. I just need to feel affirmed that there are positive things happening below the surface -- concretely and metaphorically.