All gardens are created equal under snow. A dusting doesn’t do it, but when we really get dumped on—hallelujah. Because there’s nothing between my garden and Juniper Hill that three feet of white fluffy stuff won’t obliterate.
However, I’ve had something of an epiphany recently. As I visit more and more phenomenal gardens (you know who you are), the shortcomings of my own modest attempt become embarrassingly apparent. My garden’s deficiencies leave me feeling naked. They have me searching for excuses—except in winter, when my lack of structure, absence of hardscape, and general disorganization just disappear. Thanks to snow.
So I’ve come around, sort of. When they predict a foot of gentle flurries, I suck it in and bear it for the Greater Good. I kind of welcome the knowledge that the deer will be slightly impeded in their slow but steady plot to devour the world. I am almost glad that all the plants that I failed to get into the ground before it froze won’t be staring accusingly in my face. Just as long as the shoveling is light and the wind briskly cleans off the car, I’m cool with it. Let the snow job begin.
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