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Spring is officially in the air . . .
But, as can be seen, not so much. Mind you, we’ve had a warm late February and early March. Warm enough to fool the bulbs into getting some fresh air.
But now . . .
Last week they were completely under the snow, so it’s an improvement.
Or is it? I woke up this morning to 14 deg temperatures, and look at the overnight temperatures over the next few days.
Thankfully, not all the bulbs are coming up, but enough for me to worry about them. I know they are hardy, and Nature usually knows what its doing, but these flowers are not native here.
I can just hear them . . . Whiskey Tango Foxtrot is this!?
We’ll see how it goes. It’s not unusual for us to have snowstorms into late May, so I hope these will acclimate to their new surroundings before then.
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