Has Spring Sprung?

Ignore that green bucket! I thought so… At the end of this past week, Nigel and I were busily planting plants and trees. Well, I was planting plants, and our oldest was planting trees. We visited a local garden center where I found the tree of my dreams. Or, maybe I should say trees. It was a clump of white birch trees. There were four gorgeous trunks with the bark I just knew would peel off into large sheets. It soared high into the air above my head (what doesn’t), and it was calling my name. It was not calling Nigel’s. Or, more truthfully, its price tag was not. On top of its hefty price tag, the tree would have had to be hauled...