In search of spring

So. It’s Groundhog Day. Some famous beastie back East saw his shadow and says we’re in for six more weeks of winter. Maybe back East they are, but we really haven’t had winter here in the maritime Pacific Northwest so far, at least with respect to the usual lots of rain in the lowlands and lots of snow in the mountains. We’re going to be hurting for water this summer if the snow doesn’t start accumulating, and soon.
But that doesn’t mean the primary colors outdoors right now aren’t gray-green, tan, and just plain gray.
Now that the Super Bowl is over (and this 12th woman really is done mourning the disaster yesterday), it’s time to be looking towards spring.
So I made my annual pilgrimage to the Seymour Conservatory , an antique greenhouse in Wright Park in Tacoma.
And this is what I saw:






I think I’ll make it till spring, now. Especially since I actually have a few blossoms in my own yard, too:


Mirrored from M.M. Justus -- adventures in the supernatural Old West.

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"Koi in the conservatory pond. The nearby sign says not to throw coins in — they dissolve and poison the fish."
Yikes! I never knew that.
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Yup, now that football season is over, it's time for spring!