Last fall, I divided a clump of trilliums that was spreading toward the asparagus and started a fresh patch. Four days ago, I checked the spot where they had been planted. Bare ground. Perhaps they didn’t survive the transplant.
The last day of April, the temperature struggled up to 18 degrees. May decided to make her arrival something to celebrate and cranked up the heat to 27!
Checking the same garden patch today, the trilliums had not only poked through, but were in bud! How is this possible? Two weeks ago, our region was shivering under a 4-5” hard blanket of white stuff—bestowed during a 3-day ice storm of freezing rain, ice pellets, snow, what have you!
The day following that storm, when we were rounding a corner, driving into Cambridge, a frightening loud sound screamed overhead! The load of rock-hard snow on top of the car slid off and careened to the ground! Thankfully, there was no vehicle to our right.
And now, here in a quiet corner of the garden, a welcome white miracle is happening—a 4-day pop-up wonder!