Slow allotment gardening in the life of a busy family
Saturday, 19 March 2011
First time I've seen polka dot slush. This was a path in my dad's garden last weekend. We travelled north on Friday evening with a weather forecast that warned of snow and gales. There was snow around the Drumochter pass and Dalwhinnie, but the roads were clear and we did the journey in a fast 3 hours. On Saturday morning it started to snow, imperceptibly at first, that fine, small snow that ushers in a blizzard. 'Leading snow', it's called where I grew up. I thought of Robert Frost's poem, 'The Onset':
"Always the same, when on a fated night At last the gathered snow lets down as white As may be in dark woods, and with a song It shall not make again all winter long Of hissing on the yet uncovered ground"
It snowed for the whole of our visit, but wetly at our low level of 300 feet. On Sunday morning it was at the wallpaper paste stage, and my thoughts of early spring gardening had to be abandoned. Not that there was much to do - my dad's 'young' friend in his 70's had been recently and dug over all the borders and pruned the apple trees.