Rain...Storms? Planting?

My pansies are looking good.
I have about the only flowers blooming anywhere.
My neighbor across the way had the first clump of his Tete-a-tete daffodils bloom yesterday.

I like my new smart phone.  It has a hundred different things it is ready and willing to do for me, once I take the time to learn all its cool applications, as in uses.  The flashlight, calculator, Siri, using it as a white noise machine by repeating the recorded thunderstorm and rain while I am sleeping (a great aid in normalizing my sleeping pattern, I've found); but not the least is the week's weather forecast at a single tap.

But really, I haven't asked Siri, as I am fond of asking her the stupid questions, "what is the difference between a forecast of rain and a forecast of showers?"

A Garden Sense of Home: What's on Your Plate?

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Mother Nature is seriously messing with us.  I suppose she feels we (people) have it coming.  Gardeners are just the collateral damage.

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."