I generally know before I open the blinds. It's the silence that wakes me early.
A soft, blanket of snow muffled familiar sounds. The dog peered out at this unwelcome winter wonderland, and promptly went back to bed. Perhaps I should, too. Even the birds are quiet on such a dark, cold morning.
Safe planting date (at an elevation of 7,500 feet) is June 15th but I couldn't stand it a moment longer. Into the ground went 3 dozen tiny seedlings, now crushed under a heavy layer of wet snow.
I hardened them off, with a month of cold nights out on the deck. Will that be enough?