|I found some lettuce growing in my garden|
today. A little weird for northern Vermont at
the end of December.
Snowstorms are de rigueur in a Vermont December, of course.
This one was different. Instead of the nice, powdery, fluffy snow we're used to in Vermont, this was a wet slush coming down from the skies.
Today, my yard looked like it normally does in the beginning of November. Or early April. Spring!
|And yes, I was weeding my garden today. In Vermont.|
I finally got around to raking the autumn leaves. I weeded the garden. I found some tasty lettuce in the garden.
At the end of December. When I should be freezing my tush off.
Winter no longer last months. It hits for a week, goes away, comes back, goes away, comes back, etc. from October to May.
January comes in April, and April comes at the end of December. No wonder I'm confused.
|It was too wintry in November to get my autumn|
raking done, but it was pleasantly warm at the end
of December, today, so I finally worked on it.
Should I be weeding and harvesting the garden on December 27, when normally at this time of year I'd be heading off into the mountains, with a couple feet of snow underfoot, to spend the day snowshoeing?
I guess I'll garden today, and postpone my snowshoeing expeditions to Memorial Day, when we'll probably get tons of snow.