April: The Lost Month
Now that we have reached the midpoint of April, I feel like declaring the whole month a loss, at least as far as the garden is concerned.
We had a brief blast of warmth during the week. In Springfield, it got almost hot at 80 degrees. But Mother Nature was just teasing. As I drove north on Friday, I could sense the temperatures plummeting. By the time I got home, it was below 40 degrees.
And over the weekend it was even colder, with alternating snow and rain. The snow didn’t stick, at least. The ground is completely sodden, though. Pretty much a repeat of last weekend.
By comparison, here are some pictures taken in mid-April from previous years.
I don’t mean to wallow in self-pity here. No, I take that back. I am wallowing, and it’s completely deliberate. The thing is, at this time of year I spend the week itching to get back home over the weekend and stick my hands in the dirt. All through March, I kept telling myself that surely by April there will have been a turn in the weather. But no.
Usually by now all kinds of bulbs are blooming and I have filled the containers with pansies and other spring annuals. Instead, I have to come back to a garden of half-frozen mud. This is demoralizing.
More snow is predicted for tomorrow, but there should be an improvement by next weekend. Not a vast improvement, but good enough to enable some actual gardening. It has to happen eventually, right?