Winter just doesn’t want to let go. There is a giant storm off shore and the winds are howling even inland. The woodstove is roaring away and keeping me warm but it doesn’t feel like a spring day one bit. I can see the main garden from my window where i’m typing and some is still under a snowy blanket while some is peeking out from under the covers. I went out briefly this morning and saw that a few daffodils have poked through the ground. Some crocuses and tulips have just barely broken through the dirt. No buds yet. This weekend the temps are supposed to be in the 50’s so I’ll venture out for an assessment of winter damage and a closer inspection to see if anything exciting is happening out there.
We have some old willows on the property. They always take a beating and the ice storms a few years ago really took a toll. One in particular has a lot of rot and will probably have to come down before it falls down. The trunk has developed quite the personality though.. he looks like something out of Tolkien don’t you think? I hope we can save the tree, but Old Man Willow may have seen his last winter.
I’ve got my fingers crossed for the Old Man. He has way too much “je ne sais quoi” to lose him.