Well, the grand plan for this weekend was to get the spring transplanting going before the garden buds out, inspired by Phyllis45's bustling garden work on her posts this week ( http://open.salon.com/blog/phyllis45 ).
Mother Nature has intervened.
So, this snow, snowy Sunday, in the one corner of our country that is cold right now, we are inside with a fire crackling in the fireplace. Husband is on the ladder painting the ridge beams of the living room ceiling, the parts I cannot reach, even though he abhores painting and I love it. Often this is how our partnership plays out: I dig up rootballs of aspens and other plants to transplant unless they're so tough I call for backup; I paint and texture (well, I try to texture...but cannot really be considered successful) the interior walls and ceiling until I cannot reach the ridge beams on the ladder we own, then I call for backup.
On his side, he avoids the more stressful business calls while I'm brought in for backup. Same with dog issues and spiders, mindless errands and cooking. It works for us -- and as Husband will be heading out of town again soon, it's feeling even cozier than our chores normally would.
Husband also earns the majority of our income, hence the going out of town, hence my feeling guilty he's even on a ladder on this Sunday afternoon. So, while I wait for my turn again with the painting, I offer this re-post from last year.
I would have uploaded the photos I've taken today of fat, wet snowblobs careening in all directions through the backyard, including horizontally, but I am using this older laptop that will not cooperate with my limited computer knowledge. In this area, both Husband and I normally call in Youngest Son for backup as he is the skilled computer technician, but today he seems to have been stolen by trolls (the fairytale kind, not the online kind) and replaced with a hideous troll child that I dare not disturb.
We look forward to having our own child return to us, but as he is now 14, I am afraid we might be stuck with this morphing creature for a few years. He is still quite a handsome lad, troll qualities aside...and I do promise to keep this one well fed in hopes that our beloved boy is being well cared for too.
Wherever that sweet boy went.
Meanwhile, here is our sweet dog instead, playing in last year's snow.
The original post was titled: "How to Play in the Snow"
This part is what I wrote last year:
This is our dog, Kona. Last summer she had a back injury and we were told she had a 30% chance of ever walking again.
She's doing better than anyone expected... and she daily reminds me to lighten up and have fun.
Happy Spring Equinox 2012 everyone !
Say hi to the flowers, those of you enjoying the mild weather in the rest of the country, for those of us out here in the snowy mountains of the Pacific Northwest.
Update - Spring Equinox 2014:
Now it's the opposite and we've had no snow at all here in the Pac NW mountains while the east coast is hammered. Our tiny ski resort stayed shuttered all winter. There *are* lots of flowers now...and also now, there are two dogs out back, looking for snow to play in.
*calls out back*
"Hey, you dogs, get out of the flower bed!"
MARCH 18, 2012 6:57PM