It's only January. Spring is teasing us. The bulbs have shot up stubby green shoots as if waving little fingers at us, "I'm here but not really." Because the steady sunshine today was poorly matched with a blustery wind cold enough to keep sweaters. However, Avery braved it bear-armed. The boxes, still needing weeding had no idea that their occupants were already being nursed inside. Where its warm and moist. The seeds of tomatoes, chamomile, parsley, and sage have been set in motion on the sills of the windows. It is only a matter of time. Even though it's only January.