Yep, spring is definitely on its way . . . but I sure do wish it could arrive without going through this dreary, damp, muckity-mud period. Spring time this far north is never pretty.
Last night before it got dark, just the very top framing of the garden beds could be seen peeking out of the snow cover. After a night of slow, steady rain (we got about 3/4"), the above picture shows what they look like this morning.
Some of the ground underneath must still be frozen because there is standing water in most of the beds.
Our little pond has a melted, murky puddle of water in the center of it. (I wonder how long before our returning spring Mallards arrive?)
It took only two sessions of cleaning the muddy feet and underbelly of our granddog, Tucker (after he convinced me [I'm so easy] he really, REALLY had to go outside to take care of his business), for me to decide he's spending the day in the greenhouse. From there he can come and go in or out as he wishes. In the shot above, he's in for a rest after giving himself a spring cleaning by rolling, rolling, rolling in the mushy snow. But he's not happy I told him he can't come inside the house. He's pouting and so mad he's even refusing to lie on his nice, soft bed. Yep, it's a dog's life.
The temp is forecast to go up to the high 40s today, possibly even hitting 50 degrees which will be a high for us this spring season. The rain is still steadily coming down so it's guaranteed more snow will be gone by the end of the day.
All this is evidence that spring IS coming to the north woods, and I'm getting itchy to put some radish seeds in a garden bed. I may have to wait until the frost leaves the ground first though. And the water drains out of the beds. And the temperature climbs out of the 30s.
Happy Spring, Everyone!
Fosters, Flutes and Frost
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