Another lovely snowy deep-winter late March day here in Western Oregon.
The MO of this renegade weather is like this: at night when no one is looking snow falls, and there it is by early daylight in little flats on the tops of posts and across the grass, and then at breakfast it all melts to the coldest, slushiest, mud-ridden mess, and then, a day or two later, at night when no one is looking, snow falls again…
For a change today it was snowing at daylight and has been snowing all day, but wait! it’s 2 degrees above freezing on the ground, so it snows but doesn’t much accumulate, or just enough that we have a constantly refurbished blanket of slush on everything, and still it snows and it’s to snow all night and then be just above freezing tomorrow.
And what about Chicago, where I hear it is 84 degrees F. and feels like hot summer? This is not weather this is some horrible mistake and I expect Management to take action. (If it were a Netflix movie I would have a handful of popcorn as I watch and then say, “Too stupid– turn it off.”)
I honestly do not know what to say to the plants. Here is a rose, wringing her leaves in despair. She looks at me with that look and I feel like I should dig her up and bring her inside by the woodstove.
But really that is NOT PRACTICAL.
The tomatoes are up in the greenhouse, little cold skinny seedlings that look like they are considering going back into the seed pods. I still haven’t touched the trailer-load of compost I bought, and Mr O made me a lovely new garden gate but it needs fine tuning before I unveil it here and we are waiting for a nice day to go outside and make the adjustments.
But you know, out there in the cold, high above in the trees, the birds are singing…
Which brings me to an awesome other note: tiny grandchild, Kira, arrived a few days early, born on St. Patrick’s Day! And she is a gem.
Here she is when about 30 hours old.
I kind of like her.
I got the last-minute Emergency Ragdoll completed just in time.
Whew it was close.
7:00 pm and the snow continues. Nice what it does to the evening light. 60 miles south is six inches of snow. North is rain. I might take another short trip in my space ship.