One day this past week, Tuesday I think it was, we had a smidge over 1/2" of rain. This was the first moisture we've had since the last snow and, thankfully, moved our area out of the Very High fire danger down into Moderate.
We expected that once we got some precipitation, spring time would burst forth, and we would finally be able to say spring had arrived.
For almost a week, with the exception of that one rainy day, we've had wonderfully bright and beautiful days of sunshine, but temperatures hovering only in the 40s (maaaaybe nearing the 50s a couple of times) and nights cold enough (drat and blast) to show us ice on the poultry watering pans each morning.
I've turned off the grow-lights over my indoor started plants as they're getting so big I'm afraid they're going to suffer if I don't manage to get them outside soon. (I haven't set any out yet, even under my cold frames.) They're in front of a south facing window though so still have the natural sunlight.
I want to plant onions and potatoes and peas but have hesitated fearing the soil is simply still too cold. Possibly not, but I'm waiting a bit more. Bottom line, spring and our gardening season continues to be downright slow in arriving. There's nothing one can do about it except dig deep for patience. It's hard when I look at my calendar from last year and note that we took our first asparagus cutting just six days from now. Today there's not a single asparagus even showing yet.
Gardening isn't easy in the north woods of Minnie-soda. (Maybe if I changed my blog header photo it would help, you think? The pond is totally free of ice now and the ducks and geese have all happily taken their first baths of the season after a long winter taking "sponge" baths in their drinking water!)
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