That's how I feel about my plants. I know they're out there somewhere, but they're hiding underneath feet of snow.
I have no words suitable for print for this winter. Like many areas of the country, we've been hammered with record-breaking snow. During each major snowstorm, I've put on my snow clothes and headed outside with a broom to beat the snow off of my bushes, trying to make sure they aren't dying under the weight of snow and ice. Sadly, I'm not sure how my poor azalea will fare when the snow is gone.
But there is hope!
We've recently had some rain and a couple of warmer days, so though I still can't access my front or back yard without snow boots, the allée is newly freed from the white stuff. And just like I thought, even though I couldn't see them, my plants have been getting ready for their springtime show.
|Tulips or daffodils. I can't remember what I planted here.|
It will still be some time before there are actual blooms, but knowing they're under there somewhere will help me through the next round of snow.