Some of you, I am sure, thought I was being overly pessimistic when I said the snowdrops sprouting in January wouldn’t be blooming in a month. As you can see above, my assessment of how things would go was pretty accurate. As a matter of fact, at this point I am not sure I will ever see them.
Yes, I am suffering from WWNE, a delusional malady to which Northerners are particularly vulnerable. WWNE stands for Winter Will Never End, and it’s also known as cabin fever. Symptoms include shuffling around the house looking glum, and looking out the window and sighing. Wednesday we had snow which turned to freezing rain, and then it got just above freezing, turning everything to slush, which then froze. My driveway was a river of ice yesterday, enough to make even WWNE-resistant people sigh:
A couple of weeks ago, I attempted to self-medicate:
Relief was only temporary. After a while, the primroses lost their power to convince me spring was right around the corner. They seemed to be merely a mirage, a tease.
Yes, the only true cure is time. Once again, this gardener must practice patience, and wait. And hope. And trust that
As long as the earth endures,
seedtime and harvest,
cold and heat,
summer and winter,
day and night
will never cease.
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