We woke up to exuberant new mounds of snow this morning.
It’s gorgeous. But it’s so ironic: Just yesterday, standing near the exposed earth of my garden plot, I announced to Neville that I would plant carrots and radishes outdoors today, that I didn’t have to wait and build and plant everything in a raised bed, that the soil was bare and begging to be used.
And the stormclouds said, “Ha!”
It’s still coming down out there.