First Snow
Yesterday morning we awoke to see the season’s first real blanket of snow. It wasn’t the blizzard that had been predicted, but still a solid 5 inches or so.
Yesterday morning we awoke to see the season’s first real blanket of snow. It wasn’t the blizzard that had been predicted, but still a solid 5 inches or so.
In several recent posts I have discussed the glacial (pun intended) pace of spring this past April. On Tuesday and Wednesday, though, temperatures suddenly jumped up to the upper 80s (about 30 degrees Celsius for you foreign types). On Monday morning, it was in the 40s and spring was just sitting in the corner, timidly …
Now that we have reached the midpoint of April, I feel like declaring the whole month a loss, at least as far as the garden is concerned.
We had another snowfall last Saturday night, just a couple of inches. Judy ran out with her camera to capture the scene before the light faded.
This past weekend was all about snow.
It’s not that a March snowstorm is unusual for Chicago. Chicagoans may react to snow even in April with just a weary shrug. It’s just that the preceding February was so warm that people were walking around in shorts, for crying out loud. I am not making that up.
Here’s another opportunity for you Citizen Scientists out there. Project Budburst is a national effort that collects and analyzes the observations of gardeners on the timing of leafing out, flowering, and fruiting. It was started in 2007 to document the effects of climate change on plants, and is currently coordinated by the Chicago Botanic Garden.
Current events are not doing much to put me in a holiday mood, and the garden isn’t really helping. That’s because this year the whole “winter interest” thing has been a big dud.
It’s time for spring to stop goofing around and get serious. Last weekend we had snow, and I really am not in the mood for any more winter wonderland. There wasn’t much accumulation and it melted pretty fast, but still.
Our recent March snowfall is trying to tell us something. What it is trying to tell us is this: there are too many damn rabbits in the garden.