Happy First Birthday Garden Putter. Birthdays and anniversaries are an easy thing. They come once a year, whether you want them to or not. But the anniversary of a project such as a blog and the commitment to maintain it, write in it and supply it with pictures and updates, that's rather an accomplishment.
So, I'll take a few bows.
Today, the Putterer was circumspect; having participated in a robust Friday night bacchanal, she was feeling a need for a little quiet.
It was rather balmy compared to the bitter cold of the past few weeks. The snow almost melted today, but the ground remained frozen solid. I went out to get some fresh air and clean up after the messy birds who seem to throw six sunflower seeds on the ground for everyone they eat from the feeder. But the futility of trying to accomplish much in the way of gardening in a cold barren landscape eventually got the better of me and so I settled into my chair to just sit. It felt good. The Putterer