February at the Flower Farm: Snowed In, Seed-Obsessed, and Slightly Dahlia-Delirious

Right now, we are buried under a heavy blanket of snow.
The gardens? Missing. The greenhouse? A distant memory. The pathways? A suggestion.
February has firmly locked the gate and tossed the key into a snowbank.

Dahlias are stored carefully, and I check the temperature like a mildly obsessed meteorologist. Too warm? They sprout. Too cold? They freeze. I wait for the orders of the new - classic, dependable or unicorn; I have promised myself not one more!

Sweet peas, the queens of early spring perfume, and Snapdragons, mouthy little characters, are tucked into trays, cozy and optimistic, clearly unaware of the snowdrifts outside.
I’ve winter-sown (hoping the birds don'f find the seeds first before they sprout)
Poppies, Nigella, Calendula, Bells of Ireland and a cheerful mix of wildflowers
These are the tough ones. The ones that scoff at frost. The ones that say, “Is that all you’ve got, February?”And yet… somehow, this is one of my favourite months.