I never believed I would ever experience the likes of the snowstorm we had here late this past week. Not that it was like anything I grew up with – eight to ten foot snow banks lining the sides of the country roads our school bus drove down were not unusual. But it was a thrill, never the less for me, as well as many a child. I did not build a snowman, but I did spend a good deal of time outside reliving childhood memories. It was so beautiful. Three days have passed – there is still snow on the ground – unbelievable.
Twice we had to knock the snow off our olive tree. It does look as if it has survived intact. Rosemary, oregano, cilantro, parsley, lovage and salad burnet are unfazed. Lettuces and peas are just fine. I am a bit concerned about my bay tree (it had been transplanted last summer); otherwise, I see little to worry about.
This morning the cedar waxwings were out in force stripping the berries off our yaupon holly. On the ground underneath were flocks of robins cleaning up the berries that had dropped. Is it possible that spring may be on its way?