Here we go again. It is beginning to look a lot like Christmas – about an inch of snow, not much by U.P. standards, but more than we like in April. It won’t hurt the bulbs that are on their way up (about 2-3 inches). Got my seedlings that I planted in vermiculite pricked out into better soil – have to go on an emergency trip to California, and the vermiculite dries out too fast. Someone will water for me. Geraniums doing fine on the glassed in porch even though one night it was in the single digits. They do pretty well if they don’t get wet as with rain or dew. At least we got the lawn raked before it snowed.
Now, the digging and dividing of perennials, the general autumn cleanup and the planting of spring bulbs are all an act of faith. One carries on before the altar of delayed gratification, until the ground freezes and you can’t do any more other than refill the bird feeder and gaze through the window, waiting for the snow. . . . Meanwhile, it helps to think of yourself as a pear tree or a tulip. You will blossom spectacularly in the spring, but only after the required period of chilling.
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