I don’t want to jinx it, but this winter has been relatively mild. I’ve yet to haul out my heavy winter coat for those frigid snowy days. Why? Well, there’s hardly been any snow to write home about and the temperatures haven’t dipped as low as they have in years past. This is February for crying out loud, and we’ve flirted with temperatures in the high 60’s- 70 degrees F (20-21 degrees C) for several days. I could easily live with winters like these. As a matter of fact I haven’t been whining to my husband as much as I have in the past about escaping to a tropical island.
It has been almost three years now since we’ve downsized and moved closer to the city. I’ve spent the past 3 years trying to get a semblance of order into the flower beds of our town home. A while back I blogged about our old garden and compared it to the postage stamp lot that we now enjoy. You can read about it here. I definitely don’t miss cutting the grass every weekend, we now have flower beds in the front and back of the house. The backyard has a lovely courtyard for entertaining, and did I mention I did not miss the grass? When we were house hunting, this was something I definitely had high on my priority list, so when we found this beautiful home, with absolutely not a blade of grass, but wonderful flower beds, I was sold. I also volunteer in a garden once a week. This year we’ve put in quite a few vegetables in some of the raised beds, and since I live quite close to it, I’ve been put in charge of these beds. So even though we don’t have the room for vegetables here, it is just a hop and a jump down the road, it’s such a wonderful feeling to be able to pick your own vegetables and herbs. If you’ve missed the post, you can click on the pink.