Today feels a bit like Spring... sort of... but today I feel perilously close to the wind... ( I just love that phrase) in other words, skating on thin ice. If I were the crazy adventurous sort, I would be trying the ice on the lake. Those days are behind me... lessons learned the hard way are still lessons learned.
Today my otherwise 'lush-gardens" are still covered in snow... and when I attempt to step on the path, I go through the top layer to a slushy layer... ugh...
It is good to remember not to tread on our gardens this time of year. We only succeed in compacting the soil and in order for the roots (which, by the way, are very active right now) to get the nutrients they need, the soil needs to be loose and fluffy... hard to stay fluffy when someone's big boots are stomping on it... need I say more?
I know how tempting it is to peer beneath the snow to see if there is ANY minute sign of life. This time last year, no snow... no jackets... alas, this is now.
My friends on the west coast are lamenting their daffodils are nearly gone - I am lamenting mine are sleeping deeply - beneath 3 feet of snow.
On the other hand, these past two garden seasons have been more like they should be. We had a real fall, with gradually lowering temperatures, then winter and then a gradual spring. None of this going from winter to summer... the plants just hate that. If we cannot adjust to that, how can they when their little clocks are the same each year.
Having said that, though, with spring this late, there is not much food for the migrating birds. There are some good souls who take feed to them so they won't starve, and there are some who would malign that kindness.
I say we do our best to all who need us to.
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