
What if the snow came up so high it covered the windows? Then there would be no light for these plants to yearn toward, as they are doing here. I don’t think it will happen, but there’s no denying that we are having one of the coldest, snowiest winters ever. There haven’t been any major blizzards, but slowly and steadily it is building up—with more to come.


This is wonderful for the local skiers; even I am considering trying some snowshoeing or maybe cross-country. And if it keeps up, I won’t need to go to any special park; I can just set out from my front door. I do wonder what all this will mean for the garden. Most of my shrubs are just about buried, as you see little Annabelle here (this comes up from new wood, so it will be fine). The rhodies are almost covered; that could be good or bad. Will some of my recently planted perennials make it? I wonder. If the snow cover persists all should be well, but this is extreme, and one never knows.

This winter—more than I any other I have experienced—I marvel at the seeming impossibility that the change of scenery you see above will happen.