Where I was raised in Jersey we call snow in April total bullshit.
In Vermont, they call it poor man’s fertilizer. As a gardener, I finally understand why.
The phrase “poor man’s fertilizer” refers to snow, which is believed to contain nitrogen and other nutrients that can benefit plants, particularly in the spring as it melts and releases these nutrients into the soil.
Poor man’s fertilizer is also a reminder that the 72 degree day we had last week was the third fake spring.
I predict we will have one or two more applications of poor man’s fertilizer before true spring weather finally arrives by mid-April.
I’ll always be considered a flatlander who lives in the green mountains of Vermont, but as a gardener, I am beginning to think like a Yankee.
Being a homebody, keeping to myself, and wishes I could live in a hobbit house in the middle of nowhere also has me thinking like a Yankee.
Who the fuck ever would have thought? Not me that’s for damn sure. Am I glad? In Jersey terms, you bet your ass I am.
*sigh* You’d think being a yankee, born and raised, I’d stop having such high expectations for April. The calendar photos always lie. I too would love a hobbit house away from yappy neighbors dogs and needing to say: “Hey kid, get off my damn lawn with that dirt bike” On a bright note, we pulled our over-wintered parsnip crop yesterday. Sweet white/gold lovelies. Your yard is looking fabulous and ready to roll.
Camille
Love your take on life, Julz.