As you know, I was super excited about all the signs of spring around my garden this past weekend. It was a glorious weekend and most definitely whet my whistle for a true taste of spring.
But, alas, it is not to be.
It was about 10 degrees when I awoke to a winter wonderland this morning. We got a few inches of fluffy, powdery snow....perfect for skiing, not so much for gardening.
I knew it was too good to be true.
The sunshine. The blue skies. The warm temps.
The Prosecco on the garden swing.
And that's not the worst of it. I don't mind a little of the white fluffy stuff.
After all, it is early February. We expect it at this time of year.
But this winter has been such a tease!
Winter...spring....winter....make up your mind!
The worst part is....we are in for a true arctic blast.
Just look at that forecast for Saturday. Are you kidding me? Negative 10?
Nothing will survive in the garden. Or the garden cottage.
That's the end of it all.
Daisy (AKA The Monkey) has the right idea. This is the kind of white fluffy stuff I want to spend time in at this point.
Did I ever tell you one of Daisy's many, many nicknames is Squish?
I don't remember why, it's been so long now....perhaps because she squishes every single pillow in the house into her own cozy little warm nest.
Squish says that Spring has been Squashed.
Thanks for nothing, Squish.