Say It Ain't Snow!
I think I'm more confused by spring on the mountain than the plants.
Yesterday morning it was windy and a little chilly. That's when I decided to undertake my ill-fated search for mulch rather than spend the morning getting my ears frost bitten out of doors. By noon, however, the wind had died and it was downright pleasant outside. So it was that I began work in the Hillside Garden, preparing a new bed for herbs. I had soon lost my jacket and was wearing only a Tee shirt.
Then it began to snow. Big, huge flakes of snow, so dense the hillside across the valley was hidden. Rather than fight a late-March blizzard, I retreated to warmth of the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate.
The sun soon came out again but the snow continued on for an hour or so before it stopped. Then the temperature began to drop and upon waking this morning was down to 21°F.
I was certain that my Romaine lettuce sets from Alabama would look this morning like lettuce too long in the refrigerator crisper. But, by noon, the sun was out and the temperate was in the mid-forties. The sets were a little worse for the wear around the outer leaves but all were standing tall and green, busily converting carbon dioxide and water into glucose for growth. All, as if nothing had ever happened.
I think the plants are probably fairing better with this crazy spring weather than my mind!
Yesterday morning it was windy and a little chilly. That's when I decided to undertake my ill-fated search for mulch rather than spend the morning getting my ears frost bitten out of doors. By noon, however, the wind had died and it was downright pleasant outside. So it was that I began work in the Hillside Garden, preparing a new bed for herbs. I had soon lost my jacket and was wearing only a Tee shirt.
Then it began to snow. Big, huge flakes of snow, so dense the hillside across the valley was hidden. Rather than fight a late-March blizzard, I retreated to warmth of the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate.
The sun soon came out again but the snow continued on for an hour or so before it stopped. Then the temperature began to drop and upon waking this morning was down to 21°F.
I was certain that my Romaine lettuce sets from Alabama would look this morning like lettuce too long in the refrigerator crisper. But, by noon, the sun was out and the temperate was in the mid-forties. The sets were a little worse for the wear around the outer leaves but all were standing tall and green, busily converting carbon dioxide and water into glucose for growth. All, as if nothing had ever happened.
I think the plants are probably fairing better with this crazy spring weather than my mind!
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