The farm is still hovering on the cusp of spring. The late winter flowers are gorgeous, the lily of the valley bush, the hellebores, the forsythia, the purple primroses.
The daffodils are close to bloom, and the early rhododendrons are budding. The month is almost over, and I'm still waiting for the rains to quit so I can start digging in the dirt.
But until then, the holly trees bridge the gap between winter and spring.