Everything is popping up everywhere. When I say that I mean little green things are poking through the ground like little periscopes checking out the temperature to see if it’s safe to come out. The only colour so far is coming from one of my crocuses and then – just. What a brave little flower you are.
The woody shrubs have buds up and down their stems. My Japanese maple which I so adore is looking pretty healthy. The perennials of course are not yet waking up. They need warmer weather. The cedars I planted last summer look like they survived the brutal winter. Knowing southern Ontario weather like I do, the heat will pop up almost overnight and suddenly everything will happen at once. And then to spoil it all, the bugs will arrive – mosquitos, black flies, horse flies and such. Well, it’s all part of nature and they usually don’t bother you except at sunrise and sunset. At least we don’t have alligators or poisonous snakes – just the little garters and they don’t hurt anything. They have no teeth.
It’s still looking pretty bare. In fact the transition from winter to spring is probably the least attractive time of year – just the most exciting. As the frost comes out of the ground there is a lot of squishy lawn and you should do your best not to walk on it too much until it’s all dried out so you don’t compact it too much. Ah but the anticipation…….
Oh there is still snow on the ground in places. Patchy snow. But I’m noticing life peaking through the earth. The tulips and crocuses are just now breaking through the soil as too are sedum. In fact wherever you look you see life stirring. Finally. It seems this has been the winter of winters – long and so very cold and snowy. But we in Southern Ontario shouldn’t complain. The Maritimes had it 100 times worse.
The snowbirds are back. That’s always a sure sign. You’d be surprised how many of our neighbours disappear for a 3 month stretch every winter. Maybe I’ll do that one day as well if I can ever tear myself away from my house. I like winter. I like the coziness of a fireplace and winter food like thick soups, stews and casseroles. What’s not to like? Oh well, I’ll take a day at a time and see where life leads me.
For now, hurray for Spring. Mud, dirt and all, we welcome you.
So, I’m dreaming about the big melt which will come – eventually. Meanwhile, the polar vortex came back, it left for a day or two and came back. So, no big melt this week.
I figured out what I need for the front yard – an Amur Maple. It seems to fill all my wants in a small tree – flowers in Spring, nice leaves to shade the porch in summer, bright red fall colour.
Today I ventured out to have a look at what’s what. Since the temperature is currently above freezing, there is some melting going on. The sidewalks had been cleared and so I could walk on them but where there has been melting, there are ice patches. This afternoon the temperature will be dropping and we’re heading for a cold spell again.
I tried walking on the snow covered lawn so I could inspect some of the shrubs that are reaching above the snow and, in the process, sunk knee-deep in said snow. Clearly, we are not meant to walk on it yet. I guess in a couple of weeks the temperature should warm up enough for us to have a real melt.
From now until all the snow is gone and the frost comes out of the ground, it will be ugly. The change from winter to spring is never pretty. We should be grateful, however. I have just finished watching part two of the Dust Bowl of the 30′s in and around Boise City Oklahoma. Ten years of drought and dust storms during the Great Depression. How the people suffered, I can only imagine. What a wonder more didn’t die. So, I’d better stop my bitching about melting snow and ice and such.
OK, I’m done.
It looks like in the short term at least, warmer weather is coming. It will still be around freezing but not the bone-chilling kind. In fact, next weekend they’re calling for rain. So that means, slush, muck and guck. It’s always this way when seasons change, especially from Winter to Spring. The frost comes out of the ground, the lawn is all bumpy. You don’t want to walk on it, that’s for sure.
Hey, I’ll take it.
So out of pure nostalgia, here are some shots to remind us of the crazy winter of 2013-2014.
No big surprise here – six more weeks of winter. I’m told we’re in for another storm by Wednesday. Oh joy. There’s talk of closing roads if there is much more snow. There just isn’t anywhere to put it all. The snowbanks are getting so tall and wide, it creates a safety hazard as you can’t see oncoming traffic as you’re pulling out of your driveway. As long as I can keep my hairdresser appointment tomorrow, I guess I’ll be grateful. For the rest, we’ll just have to ride it out.
And for those of you who always wanted to know the origin of Groundhog Day and why it’s always February 2 – well you’ll have to Google it but the short version is this; the day marks the exact midpoint between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. As such, it is a milepost of heady psychological import for the winter weary on their arduous journey from winter to spring.
It is so very difficult to take snow pictures. White on white. Well, here are a couple.
I won’t soon forget the winter of 2013-2014. Nobody talks about global warming when the weather is like this. In fact, I’m sick of hearing about that fabled global warming. It doesn’t exist. Period.
All you folks living in the Caribbean must all be gloating right about now. Seems all of North America is in a deep freeze. Well, I just have to keep remembering the water shortages and power outages that were so comon place when I lived there.
So we know there is no perfect place on this planet. Perhaps one day we’ll find a perfect place in another galaxy. I wish to be around in one form or another when that occurs. But I digress.
The other day I had tea with one of my new best friends who lives on a 150 acre property. Her house is fabulous – a restored farmhouse with all the modern amenities. I can’t stop thinking about it. The house had that warm and cozy country feel but also large windows, wonderful double french doors leading to the great outdoors, a huge stone fireplace with a roaring fire. Tea was served on lovely bone china. There was only one thing missing.
Locks on doors.
All you folks out there who have burglar bars on every window and a gun under every pillow, listen up. There are places in this world where locks are not required. People live and work in harmony. Neighbours help each other out. I know it sounds goofy and maybe you’re thinking I’m lying but it’s not and I’m not.
Food for thought.
OK, that’s deceptive but I really want to make my white Annabella hydrangea blue. Can’t be done? Maybe not but worth a try.
Yawn. Oh well, it’s almost over for the season so I’m just going to hang in there.
The weather outside is frightful but the aroma of roasting chicken is delightful. I spent my time in the kitchen making bran muffins and the aforementioned roasted chicken stuffed with seasoned wild rice. I served it with mushroom gravy, mashed sweet potatoes and a green salad. We ate by the TV of course.
As you can see, I live a wild life. I did have time to poke my nose out the door and take a little film clip. We’ve decided to abandon the shovelling of the driveway and park near the road instead. The shoveling is no problem but the layer of ice under the snow is, thanks to the prolonged ice storm we had a few weeks ago. Since even the January melt did not melt the ice, it’s likely not going away until Spring.