I hazily remember last week. The ground didn't freeze every night. We had a day with a high of 70F. I was working outside. It was so beautiful. I even blogged five times since so much was happening. I was deluded into thinking that spring would come early. But something inside me said to not plant my peas yet.
Then we had the first day of spring. My how things change. Monday we had a snow storm. It looked liked it would stick since the snow fell hard all day, but lo and behold, no snow stuck. The week before was just too warm and the ground had warmed up.
Don't look at the pretty arch into my garden. Don't look at the bales of peat moss that need digging into the blueberry patch. Look at the horrible white stuff covering the garden beds. Isn't it sad. I know it will melt off very soon, but what happened to spring? What happened to my warm sunny days?
Our average temperature this time of year is supposed to be 49F with an average low of 29F. The Channel 7 forecast says it won't even be in the 40s for the rest of the week. And on Friday and Saturday nights it will be in the teens. I ought to be hardening off my onions outside every day. Mother Nature can be such a bitch.