The camillas are rioting in the garden. Some of the early roses are trying to hold their own through the torrential downpours and now the near freezing temps. The bulbs are forcing their way through the soil still. The little star magnolia holds its blossoms tight in little furry coats. The cherry plums and the fruitless plum have no qualms about the undecisive weather -- they break through in hordes of pink and white irregardless. The yellow pompom flowers are sodden little blips on a whip. I keep monitoring the suet cage and the hazelnut catskins; its still too cold to plant seed but I may not be able to help myself much longer and do toms indoors.