Let the record show the earliest ever open to gardening season.
As the snow cover receded from my front garden in recent days, I suspected that bulbs might be sprouting beneath the insulating blanket of leaves. Just now I stepped outside to investigate, to pull away the autumn leavings. When I did, I exposed the snowdrops, always the first of the flowers to come--but never, ever this early!
Nearby I found more green tips rising from the ground--probably hyacinths, possibly early daffodils.
I ought to be thrilled. But it's disconcerting, unsettling--alarming, even--to see bulbs in February. In New Hampshire.
As if to comfort me, snowflakes are lightly falling. I don't think we'll get more than a couple of inches at the Lodge, if that, and it will almost certainly melt away very quickly. Once more revealing the peculiarities of this on-again, mostly off winter.
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