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Overnight the rain turned to snow. It is a heavy snow, but it doesn't appear it is primarily sleet clinging to the needles of my white pine and various shrubs, so that's all to the good. The last couple years with the fits and starts between winter and spring, we have had a couple bad ice storms which knocked down power lines and brought down huge branches from my monumental white pine, bouncing them off my tiny hobbit home like it was the backstop on a baseball field for an angry pitcher told to practice.
Ice storms so bad, you remember the dates; last year's on April 10, two years ago on April 12.
Conversations, though, are turning to gardening. Even among the eaters, who have benefited from my gardening without the work input required. "Eat local, know your farmer." For them, I am that, their source of local produce. Seems beautiful sister-in-law (SIL)has been sharing the wealth, without leaking that information up, or down," the food chain."