I sighed with relief this afternoon when I came home to find the lilies of the valley had made their way up from below. They were so late I was worried that they might not have survived the winter after I moved them here last summer. But here they are. There was nothing showing this morning at dawn, so they must have worked hard all day.
The hostas had poked their noses up a few days ago, before I really began to fear that something was killing all the plants in that corner.
They were kind enough to stand in the light for me.
Now I have to hope that turkeys don't like hosta as much as deer do. The deer don't ever leave foot prints this close to the house, but the snow showed that the turkeys come right up within a couple of feet of the walls.