DeMarcus Walker with a snowball bigger than a pumpkin.
I hope he gets a kick out of spring in the Rockies. I don't. The storm was beautiful, cold, windy, and untimely. Look what damage it did! Peonies full of buds lie splayed on the ground.
The little rose buds may revive. Twenty four hours later, most of the snow is old news. Of course it's a different story in "the high country."
My buddies in North Carolina said it was 85 degrees Saturday. Meanwhile, our drain chain was frozen.
Springs, (and falls and winters) in the Great American Desert are three of the reasons I moved to NC in the first place. Not that we didn't have some confusion of seasons there as well, but not so drastic.
I can't consider winter over yet. I've seen snow on Mother's Day, and the last day of school in June. I'm sticking with pansies in a pot that come in and go out like a restless cat. My raised bed is ready for seeds this weekend. I bought tomato plants and peppers that won't be safe outside for another three weeks.
I bet that Florida football player will be hankering for some vine ripened tomatoes by the middle of June. Tough luck.
And welcome to Colorado!