Winter arrived again yesterday. We had been experiencing unseasonably warm temperatures, lots of rain, and I feared for the garlic and asparagus mulched over in the garden. The garlic has sprouted some, but I know from experience that it will be okay. Some cloves might be a bit smaller, but it will still form. The asparagus, I am really worried about. This will be year 3. The year I can actually expect to harvest some of the delightful spears, but the crowns won’t survive if they sprout and then freeze.
Yesterday was sunny off and on and the temperature dropped more than 20ºf between the time I dropped grandson at his bus and sunset yesterday. More drop occurred during the night and though it isn’t as cold as a few weeks ago, today we have mountain snow showers and high wind, serious wind chill.
The chickens came out to scratch for their grain that was tossed on the ground and all went back in the coop. Too cold and windy for their preference. I don’t blame them, I don’t want to be out in it either.
When I dropped granddaughter off at preschool, I stopped and bought more grain to make chicken food, I was nearly out. It was cold in the garage while I worked on that and as I added more straw to their coop to help keep them warm.
Later, we picked granddaughter up from preschool, bought a bowl of soup for lunch, picked up a book I had reserved at the library, mailed a box of yarn to a charity and came home. Cuddled in my chair with knitting, a book, and watching it snow, I knew that I would have to go out again in a few minutes to pick grandson up from school. Back home from that, I don’t plan to venture out again. A cup of tea, my stress free chair, maybe a blanket and I will stay put until time to cook dinner. Even though I don’t want to go outside again, the chickens will need some scratch, their pop door closed, and whatever number of eggs they laid today collected. I guess that means yet another venture into the cold.
The next couple of days are expected to be even colder. Maybe the wind will at least die down.
The iris and jonquils think it is spring.