Who would have thought!!!! How could one possibly imagine walking around Spring Valley on the last day of January without cringing against cold winds, floundering through snow or, at the very least, sliding on hard, icy ground. But here we are on the verge of February and there are few visible signs that we are still in the grip of winter.
To be sure, the pond is frozen over but only just. It’s easy to imagine that even a leaf falling on its already watery surface would crack the thin veneer of ice and sink without trace. The paths and trails are muddy; the snow that fell most recently has already melted in the unseasonably warm weather.
While all this is great if, like me, you find no pleasure in freezing to death while shoveling your way out of the driveway in order to nip down to the grocery store for a gallon of milk, still I can’t help worrying about the garden.
I just know the bulbs and plants will get easily confused, encouraged by the unusually mild temperatures, and will start pushing their way up out of the ground to see what’s going on. I’m afraid that when we do return to reality and get hit by the kind of weather that we normally see here at this time of year, as we undoubtedly will, there will not be that deep layer of snow to protect them.
I wish I could just relax and enjoy this welcome break in the weather but I can’t. I keep waiting for the other shoe to fall. It all seems too good to be true. Mother Nature, one can’t help feeling, is waiting to drop us in it very shortly. And who could blame her. It must be very frustrating to be in her shoes (if she wears any.)
“Moan, moan, moan! That’s all they ever do! Give ‘em a blizzard and temperatures in the single digits and they can’t handle it. Take pity and lighten up on the snow storms and freezing winds and they’re crying about the garden!”
Sorry, Mother Nature! That’s just the way it is. We are mere mortals and never satisfied.