You know, last winter here in Minnesota was one of record warmth and we had barely two feet (61 cm) of snow all winter. The winter before that was our third snowiest on record and we got something like 86 inches of snow (218 cm). But how quickly a “warm” winter makes one forget how utterly exhausting a big snowfall can be. Saturday night through the day on Sunday the storm that was supposed of bring us 3 – 6 inches (8 – 15 cm) left us with a foot (30 cm) of snow. Because we hovered not far below freezing for a good part of it, the snow is heavy and wet. It is the kind of snow that is good for snowmen and snowballs but not good for shoveling because it sticks to everything including the snow shovel! Here is a photo of it sticking to Bossy, one of my front yard apple trees:


Pretty to look at but I much prefer the light powdery stuff instead. It was nice to spend the day indoors, watching it pile up and reading and staying warm.

And now that everything is buried in snow and I am happily reading Garden of Evening Mists by Twan Eng Tan, I have begun dreaming of my own garden. I have even already received a vegetable seed catalog in the mail. I somehow managed to resist reading through it and deciding what seeds to buy. I set it aside unopened to save for the end of January when it will be bitterly cold out and there will likely be even more snow on the ground. Sometimes the best time to garden is when I can do nothing but dream about it.

Apologies for nothing bookish tonight. Between the shoveling, the taking ten minutes to bundle up for the outdoors, and the waiting too long in the cold several days in a row for buses running late because the roads are icy and traffic horrible, I’m worn out. So I’m going to go snuggle under a quilt and imagine the gorgeous Japanese garden in The Garden of Evening Mists. It is warm and so very green there.