March is usually our snowiest month here in front range of the Rockies.  Last March was a disappointment.  This March?  Perfect.

We woke up to this on Saturday.

Yes, that’s my garden, where I planted lettuce seeds on Wednesday.  Yes, I knew it was going to snow.  I know exactly what I’m doing.  The snow will melt nicely over the lettuce seed I planted, and in three or four weeks, I will be eating fresh lettuce from my garden.  Even if we get more snow, or chilly nights below freezing, the lettuce will do fine.  This snow was about the best thing that could have happened to it.

The thing about snow here is that it is really not a problem.  Oh, it’s a momentary problem, while it’s snowing and blowing around and generally making a nuisance of itself, but then it quits, and the sun comes out, the streets melt, and the snow melts into the ground over the ensuing hours or days.  There are still idiots who find themselves in the ditch because they didn’t take the snow seriously when it was still coming down, but for the rest of us?  We just wait a couple hours, then head on out.  We got 8 inches of snow between Friday and Saturday night, but after only 20 minutes of hazy, thin sunshine on Saturday afternoon, our street looked like this:

I also got ambitious on Wednesday and put pumpkin and yellow butterstick squash seed in peat pots.  They won’t be ready to plant for at least 7 or 8 weeks, and that’s just fine, because it’s going to be that long before our fear of frost is past.  Nothing but a few seeds will end up in the ground before my birthday, May 23rd.

It is spring, according to the calendar.  But the weather, especially here, says otherwise.  And that’s fine.  All is as it should be.

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