even more than daffodils and frogsong...
chive breath seems to be the surest sign of spring there is.
even more than daffodils and frogsong...
chive breath seems to be the surest sign of spring there is.
Just when the warmer weather, forest walks and daffodils were starting to make me believe that spring really had sprung, a foot of heavy snow dumped on us last week causing hundreds of thousands of people around these parts to be without power, stretching for days on end. It's all well and good (an adventure really) except when your woodstove doesn't work without electricity. Then it can get pretty cold.
Although, I learned from experience- when you are grumpy and refusing to do anything but sit on the couch, sulk, and shiver, a 54 degree house feels a lot colder than the 54 degree house day where you are perky and productive and actually moving. Then, 54 degrees really isn't THAT bad.
Overall, with a gas stove and a nearby pond/stream, we are in pretty good shape other than the heating situation. I am a candle person so I always have plenty of those, we all read by flashlight every night so we have those for each person and we keep battery powered twinkle lights to light up stairways and bathrooms. AND- it was cold enough outside to keep food out on the porch safely.
A few days before, a neighbor said I could split up some overgrown daffodil clumps. I got so many beautiful bulbs that I was able to surround the three fruit trees in the front of our house! It felt like my birthday. And then I heard the weather for the next day. I cut as many daffodils as I could in case the snow killed them all. I was thankful to have bright and cheerful bouquets throughout the house rather than the snow falling outside.
Don't blame me for the snow pictures... but hopefully they will be last?! (PLEASE Lord.)
Last year was the best year we have had for the peach trees... the trees were loaded and the blight kept at bay long enough for us to eat our fill. Moses discovered early on where he could get free snacks.
As he was just a teensy fella, he was relegated to eating the scraps that had fallen to the ground. When I saw him with a peach, I would run over to see if it was a good peach or a rotten one.
(There were times, my friends, there were times...)
This was his face every time he was caught...