It’s Under There

We’re buried in snow this morning.

Yesterday, before it started, I checked on our garlic.  The exceptionally cold winter doesn’t seem to be bothering it much.


And now it’s covered in a deep blanket of snow.

Waiting for spring.

10 comments on “It’s Under There

  1. Jeff says:

    Everything is out of kilter – we had a torrential downpour last night. I’ll bet we had 3″ in 2 hours. Unheard of in February for this part of the country. Plants are blooming when they shouldn’t be and others aren’t blooming at all. Climate change? Nah.


    • Bill says:

      It used to be that when folks asked my opinion on it I’d say that I don’t know if there is global warming but I can definitely vouch for Keeling warming. Then a year like this one comes along…

      Of course weather and climate are two different things.

      As we shiver through a cold winter other places are experiencing record heat.


  2. El Guapo says:

    Ain’t we all…

    We’re getting a pile of snow, followed rain, then sleet, then rain then snow.
    Good times.


    • Bill says:

      It’s snowing hard again here right now. Worse than last night’s snow but not predicted to last as long. We had sleet on top of the snow, which made every step a workout.


  3. nebraskadave says:

    Bill, we’re waiting for Spring here too. Today will be the warmest in a month at 45 degrees but then a possibility of snow tonight. I’m wishing for all the snow we can get as Winter is coming to a close. The snow is the best kind of moisture for hydrating the soil. It’s always amazing to me that the little sprouts know just when to start their spring growth even if the temperatures are not appropriate. The first signs of Spring here is not in the garden. It’s a little flower that some times pokes up through the last covering of snow called Crocus. It’s a very colorful small flower that indicates the start of Spring. It’s why I have a few planted. The hope of Spring coming always brightens my day.

    Have a great nearly Spring day.


    • Bill says:

      Here the daffodils (which I knew as buttercups when I was growing up) are the first to arrive, often popping up through the snow. In fact, now is about the time they usually start showing up. Haven’t seen any yet though.

      I know that there will come a time this summer when I’ll be fondly remembering the snow. But as look out at what seems like a blizzard, and chores yet to do, my thoughts aren’t so fond.


  4. shoreacres says:

    What a lovely photo. I keep an eye on a feeder cam in North Carolina, and last night it was amazing to watch the snow pile up – over the corn, over the tree roots, over the waterers. This morning, the squirrels, deer and such had done their work and the corn lay revealed.

    Today? After all the cold and gloom, it’s uncloudy skies and temps in the 60s. We’re heading to the 70s this weekend. It will be time to prune the honeysuckle.


    • Bill says:

      By Friday our highs should go back above freezing and all this stuff can start melting. It will be a muddy mess for a while. It’s actually quite pretty here today, as long as you’re inside a warm house looking out.


  5. Leigh says:

    “Waiting for spring”, exactly! Our big melt started yesterday, meaning pond sized puddles! Then the nightly freeze and everything is in ice again. It’s amazing how some stuff survives, like garlic.


    • Bill says:

      It’s warming up today, so we’ll have a big muddy mess soon.

      I enjoyed your interview on Scott’s show. Your comment about contentment was right on the money I think. I know your plate is full but you should consider doing a podcast. I know you’d get a lot of listeners.


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