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| frost covered garage |
If I had a nickel for all the times I wanted to leave Minnesota in the mid-winter I'd have a big jar of nickels by now. I love my state, but it's so damn cold here in the winter sometimes.
It keeps the riffraff out. At least that's what people say. Of course if that's true, why hasn't it kept me out?
This cold is hard to deal with. It's supposed to get no warmer than minus four tomorrow in Saint Paul. But it's also beautiful at times. I woke up the other morning and went to get something out of the garage- can't remember what- but found the door and lock covered with a delicate lacework of snow that was blown onto it by the snowstorm the night before. I couldn't open the door- not because it was frozen shut, but because I had to get a camera to take a picture of it before I made a mess of the scene by opening it.
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| dormant garden |
There isn't a lot I can do for the garden right now. I'm glad to have the break. It's under almost two feet of snow, so there's not much to do but plan for the next garden season. Which I haven't done yet. Too much to do on the kitchen remodel, and I still haven't gotten my gardening mojo back after last year's disappointing season.
I know it'll be back at some point. The return of garden mojo usually coincides with the freakout over the length and severity of the winter. Usually some time in February. I can feel it coming pretty soon. If I didn't have cabinetry to work on, it might already be here.
There are little things here and there I've done lately for the garden. One sub-zero morning a week or two ago I found a frozen dead squirrel on the sidewalk as I left to go to work. I picked it up by the tail and it was stiff as a board. I could have tossed it in the trash, but opted to toss it on the snow-covered compost pile instead.
Of course this violates the 'no meat' rule of composting- but if it's in the middle of winter, in sub-zero weather, I wonder if it freeze-dries enough not be too stinky when it thaws out. I guess I'll find out some time in mid-March. My compost needs some extra nitrogen anyway- I've had lots of 'browns'- that is, the dry, high-carbon stuff like sticks and leaves and sawdust, and a general lack of 'greens'- high nitrogen stuff- this fall. A dead squirrel is definitely a high-nitrogen score, so I'll keep it and maybe tuck it under some leaves in the spring if I can.
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| the frozen garden gate |
We have a big ash tree at our rental place in Minneapolis, and I've been watching it for signs. The borers have been found less than a mile away, and it's probably only a matter of time before they take it down. I'm hoping this will buy our ash- a beautiful tree- a few years of life. Maybe.
Another thing the deep freeze brings out is climate change deniers. The Weather Underground and Updraft blogs seem to be troll magnets whenever this happens. I don't know if anyone else is sick of seeing the "Where's Al Gore?" comments every time it gets cold somewhere. I am. As if a cold couple of days negates years of climate science. Are these people paid by BP to comment on this stuff? Because that's kind of what it sounds like.
Where is Al Gore, indeed. Somewhere in Tennessee in a very large house. A hypocrite? Maybe. But that doesn't negate the pile of evidence in favor of a changing climate. Killing the messenger doesn't negate the message. And where were the deniers when the temps were over 100F in Minnesota this summer? And last summer? I should call them to come and help me install my window A/C units in May when the temps are over 90 and the air is thick enough to cut with a knife. It might be good for them to get out and do something useful for a change.
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| apricot tree on the left, plum on the right |
It's looking pretty good. I'll say that. It's been way too much work, and not a lot of fun going without a kitchen for months on end, but the end is in sight and the change is good.
Cheers,
Jeff
