The short respite of warm weather gave a glimpse of the emerging daffodil’s speared leaves piercing through the bare ground, but winter’s icy hands are loathe to let us go and has employed the March Lion to fiercely roar with gusts of a blizzard storm. Winter dies hard this year, but I am hopeful that the old adage of “March that comes in like a lion will go out like a lamb” will hold true. I hope it blows all its force of cold and freezing weather out and exhausts itself … and then leave us and our gardens in peace.
At least there might be some snow cover for the tender tips of the sprouts that bravely saw their way to the light! I’d say some, if there is the full 12 or 15 inches they predict we may see. I haven’t seen so much snow in years.
My husband heard some one share an old weather saying: “when snow is the size of meal, it will snow a great deal”. We started with just such sized snow, sandblasting me when I went outside. It was tiny and icy and the wind carries it almost horizontally to the ground. Where I live the wind creates drifting on the wide expanse of flat farmland. There are skimmed areas where the grass peeks through and then white mounds that collect when broken by fence, bush, or building. I am glad I have a supply of hot tea and cocoa… it looks like I will need it while holed up for the weekend. We are just hoping the electricity doesn’t go out!
*that picture is an actual snowflake photo that was taken under a microscope! (no, I didn’t take the photo, tho’)