Big, thick, wet flakes of snow, like damp duckdown, are descending on the garden. The grass is white. I may not have an Inuit 400 word vocabulary for snow, but even I can tell it’s not ‘I really mean it’, snow: this sort of woolly, flaky stuff forms when the temperature is in the immediate vicinity of freezing. But I hate the bloody sight of it. After this last winter, I just hate the sight of BLOODY SNOW even if it is not, rationally considered, paranoia inducing snow. It’s still white. I want things to be green, please. Very green, the faster the better. Did I say the iris reticulata are out, making a brave show of bright blue? And the first garden (as opposed to greenhouse) daffodil is showing a hint of yellow.

2 Responses to “Aaaargh”

  1. cp Says:

    Last night to the ballet with a friend. Wet snow part of the way, then rain. It has to be stopped.

  2. Eleanor Says:

    Arggh. Fat flakes descending here, too, and those lovely little miniature iris, in shades of deep blue and purple, are blooming bravely. We have had glimpses of a snowbow, too, in front of Mt. Jefferson.

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