The gardener is pouting.
It's spring by the calendar, but it's only 28° F/-2C outside.
Gazing longingly at the seed packets. Looking out the window. Pretending there is no cleaning to do.
The film on the window tells me otherwise.
Every year I get seduced into putting some seeds in the ground on April 1st. It is the ultimate April Fool's joke on me. A few of them germinate. Most that do end up freezing or so stunted in growth that I pull them out when I am putting in the things that have a chance of survival at the tail end of May.
Saturday Sky, Fool's Gold: Blue, but definitely not warm.