I'm beginning to think that Old Man Winter and the Dog Days of Summer made a rash decision and opted to bypass Spring. We bounce around from 75 degree weather one day to 30 degrees and snow the next. A stretch of nice weather gets everyone's hopes up that perhaps we will see a glimpse of the transition known as spring. Then the temp jumps up and spring days evaporate like water droplets on the sidewalk in the desert sun.
I've been planning my garden for weeks now. But I have yet to put much in the ground for fear of it being killed. Two weeks ago we spent part of the weekend building a raised planting bed and amending the other flower beds. A gracious friend gave me 6 dozen strawberry starts -- hence the raised bed -- in an attempt to tame her strawberry patch. I planted them on a Monday night while wearing shorts and a short sleeved t-shirt. On Wednesday I woke up to 2 inches of freshly fallen snow and wilted plants. At a week later, about half of them seem to be sprouting new growth; the other half are still crunchy and show no signs of emerging green foliage. I'm afraid that if I don't get the rest of my garden and flowerbeds planted soon, I will be rushing to harvest the fruits of my labor as next winter encroaches.
What I find amusing is how the outside weather dictates our lives in the house so much. Last week when it was so nice outside, the temperature was about 70 degrees in the house. We were dressed in shorts and short sleeves. When we were graced with snow on Wednesday I was dressed in jeans, a long sleeved shirt and a hooded sweatshirt. The furnace was on and the temperature inside the house was still averaging about 70 degrees.
It's funny how something the same can be so different.
I've been planning my garden for weeks now. But I have yet to put much in the ground for fear of it being killed. Two weeks ago we spent part of the weekend building a raised planting bed and amending the other flower beds. A gracious friend gave me 6 dozen strawberry starts -- hence the raised bed -- in an attempt to tame her strawberry patch. I planted them on a Monday night while wearing shorts and a short sleeved t-shirt. On Wednesday I woke up to 2 inches of freshly fallen snow and wilted plants. At a week later, about half of them seem to be sprouting new growth; the other half are still crunchy and show no signs of emerging green foliage. I'm afraid that if I don't get the rest of my garden and flowerbeds planted soon, I will be rushing to harvest the fruits of my labor as next winter encroaches.
What I find amusing is how the outside weather dictates our lives in the house so much. Last week when it was so nice outside, the temperature was about 70 degrees in the house. We were dressed in shorts and short sleeves. When we were graced with snow on Wednesday I was dressed in jeans, a long sleeved shirt and a hooded sweatshirt. The furnace was on and the temperature inside the house was still averaging about 70 degrees.
It's funny how something the same can be so different.
2 comments:
The weather has been wacky like that here in SLC, too. I just wish it would warm up gradually instead of 40 one day and 80 the next. That's driving me insane.
I hope you get your garden in soon. It looks like we'll have some better weather coming.
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