For most all of March, it has been wet and cold and a foot of snow blanketed the property. As a result, the fifteen or so containers we have been overwintering in the garage have limped along with just the light from a single south-facing window to provide the stuff of photosynthesis.
|Three visitors from a more southerly|
zone get a taste of spring in Boston.
Sunday's outing was a one-day event. By evening, temperatures were back into the low 40s. By later in the week, though, they'll be back outside, basking in sunlight.
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|This was the inner sidewalk|
bed on March 27.
I thought little about them for the next seven weeks. The inner sidewalk bed absorbed snow pushed off from the driveway from repeated storms. For much of the time, two feet of dense ice greeted visitors.
|The hellebores, March 31|
Then came the late-March melt and the snow pack retreated daily. By this weekend, the snow was gone from all those areas except where it had been pushed by hand or thrown by machine. On Sunday, the retreat was startling and, by the hour, the inner sidewalk bed showed more and more soil.
Sunday afternoon, I saw something startling: that same clutch of hellebores that had been buried under the snow and ice. They were a little limp at first then, by the hour, they perked up. By mid-afternoon, the hellebores were as though the storms had never happened.