Much of the snow melted later in the day on June 2nd, and the following day it was gone, except where it collects below the roofline. I shoveled snow into my water-collection buckets; I’d been hoping for water. We’re back to sunny days in the 60s.
Bent and broken willows leaned on power lines and blocked roads and driveways. The aspens dropped small branches here and there, but otherwise weathered the storm well. The only remaining snow is in the mountains.
The annuals on the deck, which I would expect to be sensitive, are a bit on the scraggly side, but are green and growing strong. Truth be told, scraggly seems to be the norm. I planted annuals for the first time last year. Between the wind and my refusal to pamper, groom, or force the plants to be anything but what they want to be, well, wild and scraggly it is. They don’t complain about living in old laundry soap buckets and the like, and I don’t complain if they want to be leggy or droopy.
The local wildflowers in the Million Dollar Bed, show the effects of the heavy wet snow, but seem to shrug it off and carry on. The yellow arnica stalks that were flattened will simply bloom lying down. The young punk flowers (that have no idea how good they have it) can stand up. Same for the lupines and Jacob’s ladders.
And cheers to the kale bed that I thought was a goner: I replaced just two plants in this bed, a collard and a bok choi. At this point, the leftover seedlings inside look much better than these survivors, but I’m sticking with the survivors. I’ll plant what I can of the leftovers in unfenced overflow beds where they may become moose food, and we’ll eat the rest.
I look forward to seeing this bed in a month.
Snow? What snow? In June? Don’t be ridiculous.