It's so chilly and stormy here--which is fine since it's winter, after all--but I like to look at photos of flowering loveliness to remind myself that after the mud/gophers/weeds/etc., come these (LOTS of these: it's nigella, or love-in-a-mist, which is a prodigious self-sower).
Operation Fox Urine has begun--let's hope the gophers aren't very clever and are fooled by the smell (which is rather nasty, by the way); we spread a lot of it, so maybe the gophers will think a small herd/skulk/troop/lead (don't you love all the wacky collective nouns for groups of animas?) of foxes has taken up residence. As for the weeds . . . sigh.