We knew it was going to be cold, well below freezing. All the pundits agreed, so I pulled the plastic-covered berry boxes back over the rows of spinach, kale, lettuce, carrots and leeks that we’ve been harvesting over the winter. The weather had been so mild and sunny that I’d taken the boxes off so the crops wouldn’t bolt, but now a layer of fleece was put over the just emerging snow peas, and the heater was turned on in the closed-up greenhouse. I considered picking all the daffodils, but since the low predicted was only 28 degrees F, I decided to do it tomorrow, before the temperature fell even lower, a predicted 21 for Indy, which means probably upper teens for us.
I shouldn’t have been surprised to see a light covering of snow on everything when I awoke, but I was. I hadn’t heard any mention of snow, and even my usually reliably phone Weather App hadn’t indicated a flake. But, flakes are falling even as the sun struggles to peek between the clouds. Today’s high of 37 (so they say) will probably melt the light snow away. Too bad, even a thin sheet makes a difference when temps fall into the teens. A blanket of snow would be better, but there’s no complaining about the weather. It just doesn’t do a bit of good to grumble. Welcome to April!