More Hints of Spring

 

It snowed yesterday, all day.   It snowed 2 days ago as well.  It snowed every day this week  but Tuesday.  So far it's not snowing today either.  The fields and gardens were covered in snow this morning.  Thankfully most of it has melted and there are just a few patches left.  There is snow in our driveway too, which is odd as it is a sheltered nook.

We're supposed to keep our snow tires on until the middle of April and its springs like this which make us appreciate them.  It's supposed to be spring, and the cold weather and snows suggest it's not quite there yet.

I found these crocuses hidden by an old barrel that had been used as a planter eons ago.  Usually it's hidden by lilacs, mallows and an as of yet unidentified fuchsia perennial so I don't really notice it.  There is a lilac growing out of it, so it's going to be difficult to remove the old barrel until it completely falls apart.  Still this little patch of crocuses was a joy to see.

I was also surprised by  this tiny patch of Glory of the Snow blooming.  Two days ago it was just a few green leaves just starting to show.  With yesterday not even getting above freezing in temperatures, I thought it could be next week until they bloomed.

The squill or Scilla is also starting to bloom.  I love the dark blue of the flowers.  There are so few true blue flowers that I find these special.   They are early bloomers for sure.   The planting instructions suggest that they need well drained soil.  They have volunteered themselves, and moved to the bed in front of the barn and chicken coop, which is where all the snow melt and run off drains in a winter and spring like this.  Hardly well drained, yet still they bloom.

 The ground around the whole place is still soft and boggy in places.  I've worn my wellies more this spring than in ages, just because a) I found a new pair that are acceptable and b) the ground has been soft, wet and squidgy for weeks now and not fun to walk on or wade through, depending on the day.

I've spun 100 g of this gorgeous pink yarn.  My friend A gave it to me and I've decided that I'll make a pair of mitten from it.  It's a colour of pink I really like and mittens will mean I get to wear them for months and months next winter.   I've 2 bobbins of it.  I haven't decided if I want to ply them together, or ply it with another colour.  I'd prefer not have barber pole striping on the yarn though, so I guess that suggests what I should do.

I'd like to knit the mittens in pink and grey, but I only have grey Icelandic on hand right now.  Icelandic is a dual coat, so this one has a very soft, pale grey undercoat and a darker grey outer coat which is fairly harsh.   It's a striking fleece, but I'm not sure I want to deal with it right now as it still needs washing and processing, which seems like a lot of work for a pair of mittens.

Nature's Promise Revealed

 

Last Crocuses - such a pretty colour

On the eve of the Winter Solstice, I light a candle to help light the way for longer days.   We've had a rather dramatic winter this year, with the winds, lake effect snows, and variable weather.  It was an abnormal winter for us and after several fairly mild winters, this one really seemed to hit us with a vengeance.   Finally though, with a few glitches in between and weather that the prognosticating rodent (ground hog) said would be an early spring, we finally have evidence that spring may truly be on its way.

The crocuses or croci if you prefer have bloomed.  Yesterday these few were in their prime while the rest have faded.  Only one of the Siberian Irises came up this year and that was during an ice storm, so it didn't last for long.  But the leaves and greenery for many other spring plants have started to push forth from the finally thawed ground and are showing the promise of spring.

The daffodils started just when the crocuses first bloomed.  In the beginning, they were just tiny green sprouts.  Now though there are early flower buds which catch attention and the longing for spring flowers.   I usually try to buy a pot or two of forced bulbs in the spring, but there weren't many in the shops this year, catering to those of us who desperately need that early hit of spring.  Now of course, with daffodil flower buds starting to show, it's worth the wait for them to mature.

My iced over kitchen window

The weather  has not been all favourable this spring.   Areas to the north and east of us were hit with a major ice storm.  We were lucky enough to miss out on the first one but a smaller second one hit us a couple of days later: not even enough time to recover between the two of them.   The area police were issuing warnings to people to please slow down on the high ways.  Hubby's co-worker took 30 minutes to cover what was normally a 10 minute drive.   We had lots of power flickers and a short outage, but quickly resolved, unlike areas in the rest of the province.  Everyone I talked to were thankful for that, and dismayed about the havoc that the storm wreaked elsewhere.  With rain, snow, ice pellets, freezing rain, more snow it was a few days to hunker down.   I can't remember seeing the snow plow go down our road multiple times  in April, plowing the snow on the road, the shoulders and laying down salt to try to keep the roads safe.

Lone Siberian Iris

Today though, the sun is shining and the winds have finally eased off.   I was able to go outside to practice the banjo yesterday as I found a sheltered spot which was warm enough and while I could hear the wind around me roaring through the trees, it didn't hit the spot on the deck where I was sitting.  Today, I let the chooks out and might even bundle up a bit and take my tea out to the deck.

Mother Nature sometimes is delayed with her promise of spring, but she's never failed to produce it yet.  That darned groundhog though, I'm sure spent weeks rolling around in his den, laughing at us all with his faulty predictions this year, that we all so desperately wanted to believe.