Skagit Audobon Society notes list a sighting on February 21st, so yeah, maybe.
The day was warm enough that we could walk without a coat, just a decent sweater. We both wore tall boots against the damp that hasn't yet been drawn out of the soil by sun. In my garden at home, it's still too wet to plant, not passing the clump test. I hold a ball of soil in my fist, toss it up, it falls to the ground in a lump. It's a good time to weed, but nothing else. Christy's garden is all exotic tulips and fritillaria and good looking hedges right now. The containers in front of the shop are blooming and cheerful, and there are vases of immodest tulips and forced branches for inside. The field tulips have been in bloom for weeks already, and soon it will be the paths between green stems that are full of color, instead of the plants themselves. Town is full of good-looking visitors and their mostly cute dogs every sunny weekend. Kristy gives me a beeswax tealight to test at home, from the people who do San Juan Island Sea Salt. There isn't much test to it, since one of my New Year's resolutions is to stop saving the good stuff, and in my book beeswax candles are always the good stuff. I put it inside a little house ornament which holds a candle and the windows light up and the candle burns well and long. The same people also sell blocks of pure beeswax, stamped BEESWAX, and it occurs to me to ask Christy if she can get her hands on some spoon oil. It's easy enough to make at home, but I'm lazy and prone to burning anything that goes on the stove for long, so, maybe?
This week, everything in the shop makes me want a cup of tea, and a soft place to sit, and after an hour of weeding the blueberry bed, that's exactly what I go for.