So I'm sitting at the computer at 4:30 this morning, suffering an all-too-frequent bout of insomnia, when suddenly I'm jolted by what sounds like a cross between a smoke alarm and one of those horrible claxons you hear in old WWII movies.
After clutching my chest and experiencing a dramatic rise in heartbeat and adrenalin, I realized that it was that new-fangled weather radio the DH bought a while back, the one that turns itself on and sounds an alarm when there's some sort of weather event in the offing. "Tornado?" thought I, foolishly.
Oh, how foolishly.
Because when I raced downstairs and gazed at the radio's display, it said WINTER STORM WARNING, and then a loud voice came on to tell me that several counties, including ours, were about to be hit by a mix of rain and snow, changing to all snow, and that we could expect 8 to 12 inches of the stuff. Not to mention wind gusts of up to 35 mph.
Do you know what this could do to the trees, many of them already having leafed out?
I guess we'd better go out and cut the few asparagus spears that have poked up, regardless of how short they are ...
Just last weekend (is that possible??) we cleared rocks from, tilled, and planted our two vegetable gardens. Since the weather cooled off, most of what we planted hasn't sprouted yet, and if anything is up, it should be all right, since we planted only veggies that can take some cold and even frost. But that's not the point, is it?
The point is that one should not have 8 to 12 inches of snow on April 23.
The point is that there should not be white snow and white blossoms at the same time. That wind and heavy snow should not attack the trees with their tender green burdens. That the frogs we've been hearing for some time now (spring peepers, chorus frogs, leopard frogs, American toads, wood frogs) should not have to dive back into the mud. That the birds that have returned should not have to wonder where their next meal is coming from. That it should not have been too early to take the snow blade off the tractor or convert the snowblower to a rototiller.
And to think, a few days ago when the temperature reached 81 degrees F, I was making remarks about global warming. And I put some furniture out on the balcony.
That'll teach me.