It's minus 13 degrees at the moment. Almost every morning I go up the attic after I made fire in the stoves and have a moment on the balcony to experience the sunrise and observe the first birds flying around. People are heading by busy in their cars, but nature seems unimpressed by the stress of humans. February feels here more like the core of winter and not like we are coming to an end of it. The continuous low night temperatures keep the spring flowers here for the longest time waiting in the ground. I work a lot on my needlework projects and am reading several books at once. And slightly, but only slightly I start to daydream about the new gardening year.
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