Gardening is a kind of disease. It infects you, you cannot escape it. When you go visiting, your eyes rove about the
garden; you interrupt the serious cocktail drinking because of an irresistible impulse to get up and pull a weed. ~Lewis Ganni

This blog will try and chronicle the growth, change, inevitable failures, pleasant surprises,
and many of nature's rewards of trying to grow a garden in poor soil, weather extreme ridden New England. I will have a
beautiful garden even if it kills me - and it just might!

February 27, 2011

Ah..Spring is in the air. Maybe somewhere, but not here!

Let it be known...I like snow! And I actually like winter, too. But after 4 months of getting snow dumped by the foot-full, with ice and rain soaking in, then single digit temps freezing it all into a 3/4 acre ice cube, I've had enough. Mother Nature can you hear me?? I've HAD ENOUGH!!

This is the image welcoming me home as of yesterday:

I wasted my time trying to dig out that poor little ragged Goldthread False Cypress, whose main branch is close to snapping in half. I am weeping for my plants, cringing to think of what sort of bending, twisting and breaking is going on under all of that ice. There are 3 more shrubs under that massive tundra. Maybe if the snow subsides, I'll see them by the time Easter rolls around.

The only thing worse than being suffocated under all the weight of the snow and ice is the flooding and potential root rot that will set in. Sigh.

I think I'll go read my copy of Carol Stockers "New England Gardening Almanac" and try and get psyched up for March's gardening chores, and hope that I can see the ground by then.