I was able to focus on the other plants that were coming out from dormancy around the park. Along walks and under trees gardens, protected by winter fencing from grazing deer and careless park goers, were springing to life (pun intended - it has been along winter!).
Bold, upright yellow daffodils drew me in closer to the gardens and as I peered into the beds I saw that clumps of grasses, columbines, ginger and honestly many plants that were too young for me to identify, were quickly transforming the patches of bare soil into an emerald carpet.
Once I started looking, I couldn't stop. What would be in the next bed? What was coming up in the shade garden and by the secret bench? Where my plants starting to peek their heads up too? The gardens had me in their spell, but I was easy bait. After months of cold, fleeting blue skies and studying the winter garden, which I enjoy, I was ready for a new garden companion- one with color, one that I could play with without wearing winter gloves, ear muffs and a scarf.