After a deep, drenching, rain I woke to a temporary drift of snow. And, while these stops and starts to the garden season can be annoying, I'm not terribly unhappy about it.
This high up in the mountains, things are different. When it's raining on your garden, it's often snowing on mine.
People run when it's raining. They slow down when it snows. They linger, perhaps even to the point of admiring the artistic beauty of a snowflake, or two.
Oh, I know my attitude doesn't sync with most gardeners. They want spring to come early, with no interruptions.
Where I live, that's just never gonna happen. So, perhaps it's a blessing in disguise. My hard work will begin soon enough.