It's coming.

It's coming.  Do you see that?  It's rhubarb.  That means Spring is coming.  I swear.
Just ignore the blustery cold wind today.
I have some more proof.

It's a tulip...or maybe a daffodil.  Not sure yet.  One can probably tell by looking at it, but not me.  I just know I planted a whole bunch of bulbs last Fall knowing that I would be looking for their sweet little green leaves to poke through the wet, cold, muddy ground.  And here they are...

Peek.
I love the rhubarb though--that bright pink is so hopeful.

And a little finger is so cute, peeling nail polish and all.

That's it.  We have survived another winter, a somewhat painful one at that.