Maybe I'm getting a little hopeful but the signs of spring are around me this week. This is what greeted me at the kitchen window on Friday morning.
I love borrowed gardens. The neighbor's plum tree hangs over the fence at our kitchen window. From here I can see the other plums trees and a lone feijoa.
I've also been watching our magnolia closely. I'm sure it was flowering earlier last year. Aa it was our first winter in the house, we had no idea what colour it was going to be. I have fond memories of sitting in bed, nursing little e, and watching the spidery purple blossoms. I spent so much time inside, that at times, the flowers on this tree were my only real reminder that the seasons were changing.