Wednesday was a snow day. Boringly, that blizzard that hit everywhere hit here too…how could it not? We’re quite used to snow here (we usually get 80″ per year) and Feb. 2nd’s storm was different mainly because it was paired with a bit of wind, too. (shrugs) What can you do?
The girl was home from school, and so she and I had lots of time to discuss the meaning of the day, Groundhog Day. “Gimme some other names for groundhogs,” I said. “Whistle pigs and woodchucks” she said, ever reaching for a gold star. We discussed the older traditions of Imbolc and St. Brigid’s day, especially the notion of winter’s continuance, and how having a sunny day on this day means more winter. “So the old lady was the Irish woodchuck,” she said. “I wonder what it was before it was the old lady?” Ah! Perceptive child. All traditions, religious or otherwise, are usually just pauses in the undertow of time. Something will overtake the whistle pig, eventually.
Recently, however, I have received a ton of questions about my greenhouses. So I thought I would show you what’s going on in them despite the white stuff outside. Here’s a bit of a photo journal, taken on Thursday at lunchtime.