It may be spring, but the silence doesn't mean I'm tanning...

The Pacific Northwest has decided that "spring" is only a suggestion, so time I would spend updating this blog while lounging in my backyard wearing a tank top has been eaten up by shivering, squeezing my feet into wool socks and cooking fall-inspired comfort foods. Alright, I'm being dramatic. I've been optimistically making mango salsa and bbq'ing my heart out in hopes of seducing a warmer breeze into my little valley.

It hasn't worked.

Despite all my hard work in planning my garden this year, it's been too cold for most of my careful planning to be fully realized. The daffodils, garlic and onions are the only plants to survive the frost so far, but I have high hopes....