Guardian

Too cold , too wet, too much of anything to even venture up to the window. Bo guards the fire, with her blazing blue eyes fixated on the flames. It's supposed to be May....spring, flowers, etc......too cold to plant, too cold to  do much but huddle against the wet.  And the greenhouse is stuffed with flowers, ready to plant. Guess I will have to be like Little Bo,and wait ....and wait.......and wait....