Spring-like Stirrings

Though I know full well that winter's a long way from over, Saturday and Sunday were a lovely respite.  I spent a little time pruning, scratching around in the dirt, removing some early weeds and admiring the pansies which are trying to stand up after being buried in the snow.
 

Eddie helped.

Beneath the dead leaves of the Siberian Iris, daffodils are pushing toward the light.

 I trimmed the dead foliage so it wouldn't form a mat, but scattered it back over those impatient shoots, hoping to slow them so they don't get nipped by the next snow.

 Both cats enjoyed the sun . . .

And when the sun dropped behind the ridge and I returned to the house, it felt as if my veins were full of champagne rather than blood.

How glorious to get a foretaste of Spring!