April – the month that tries the souls of the hardiest
gardeners, especially in the northern tundra.
While many of you in the comfortable world of Zone 6 and above are
already seeing signs of spring – crocuses, daffodils, snow drops, perhaps even
signs of bright green on trees – we are STILL buried under unsightly piles of
snow. The good news is that the last
several days in the 40s and 50s have caused a great deal of melting, and
yesterday’s rain certainly helped. We
can actually see some ground in places at this stage, which is progress. Just not enough progress for my taste. The beds in the backyard are still buried
under snow or swimming in 6 inches of slushy water; the pasture, much to the
sheep’s chagrin, remains snow-laden. The
hens are slightly happier since they at least have exposed pathways with plenty
of mud in which to scratch and dig.
My greatest hope of seeing anything with color in the near future lies with my front borders. The snow has melted and I can actually see the little red and green tips of tulips peeking up out of the mulch. It’s not much, but it’s all I have to hold onto at the moment.
My greatest hope of seeing anything with color in the near future lies with my front borders. The snow has melted and I can actually see the little red and green tips of tulips peeking up out of the mulch. It’s not much, but it’s all I have to hold onto at the moment.
1 comment:
Glad you wrote this. Spring is right around the corner!
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