We got seven inches of snow yesterday. It started with freezing rain, so even without the stay-at-home order, I really don’t think I would have been able to drive in to church. Since Grace Episcopal, Menomonie, has been doing church services online for a few weeks now, I didn’t miss out.
Our Hereford beef cow, Betty Boop, is due to calve at the end of April. I’m glad she didn’t use the storm as an excuse to calve early, as some cows will. I look forward to having a new baby on the farm to play with, since Rosebud the dairy heifer is now 7 months old and not a baby anymore.
I have tomato plants started and decided to try starting some flower seeds as well this year. I’ve not had much luck with flowers or herbs in the past, but hope that starting them on damp paper napkins in zipper bags and on a heat mat will get them sprouting more reliably.
I am planting more flowers this year than normal because I think it is important to have beautiful things surrounding us when there is so much pain and suffering in the world. Flowers feed my soul and I’m very blessed to share my talent for flower arranging with my church family at Grace Episcopal in Menomonie, WI. I’m not trained, but seem to just have a natural eye for what goes together. I will still have all of my usual veggies but the flowers are being tucked into areas where the vegetables have given minimal performance.
I’m also continuing to add more flowers to my fence row garden and the memorial garden. I didn’t get the perennial bushes added to the memorial garden last year, so I “heeled” them in – buried them in their garden center pots in a trench in a pile of finished compost that we have in a southeast corner of our garage. I’m eager to see if it did a good job of protecting the plants, as I’ve never done this before.
Snow at this time of year is disappointing but is not unusual in the Upper Midwest. I dream of the snow melting to reveal that the peas and beets that I planted last week are starting to grow. If not, it won’t be long until they are. Old Man Winter may be shaking his cane at us, but he’s in pretty bad shape. It won’t be long until Miss Spring blows a raspberry at him again.