In spite of the snow and ice, those who were able to make it had a great time. Here's Mary Fran McQuade, Tara Nolan, Margaret Bennet-Alder and Ken Brown - with Bart on the floor.
Around the table waiting for our soup - clockwise Bruce and Juleigh Zimmerman, Mary Fran, Jennifer Connell, me, Lorraine Flanigan, Lorraine Hunter, Margaret, Tara and Ken.
Harold Connell joined us later with his and Jennifer's new puppy (the dog that puts the "3" in Three Dogs in a Garden). We are flashing Tara's promotional postcard for her new book: Raised Bed Revolution - that will be released in May. Yay Tara!
Getting some puppy time before everyone heads out. Must say Piper and Bart got along famously. Was so pleased that the last of the Amaryllis held out for my party. It's resting at the moment. I'll put it out in the garden and fertilize it throughout the summer, for next winter's display.
My own Hamamelis was beginning to show some colour:
However, it didn't stay calm for long. March 1st blew in like a lion and we were hit with a blast of snow - about 15cm or so. But by the next day, all the bluster was gone. We were left with winter wonderland perfection.
On our morning walk we were surprised to find some ice formations left over from the storm.
Unfortunately the pathway and streets were completely ice-covered in sections too, cutting our walk several blocks shorter.
Less than a week later this is all that's left of the snow.
Through my favourite morning window - look at my Hamamelis now.
It's about 4C - 38F. Kevin said, "That's one cool plant - pun intended!"
As I've said before, how can you not like a plant that looks just like yellow desiccated coconut?
When the light shines on it, the scent is everywhere.
Wondering if the fly on the window was drawn in by the scent? If it was, there will be lots more of them as our weather hits double digits this week - perhaps as high as 14C (57F).
I'll be at Canada Blooms on Friday and Saturday checking things out, getting myself primed for spring and fortified for the odd bit of winter that is probably on the horizon. After all, my Grandma Stokes always said, "March can be the snowiest month." Between parties, book keeping and brochures, I've been scanning old slides. Here's Grandma in an old photo I found pushing my cousin Rick around between weeding duties.
And one more old photo to round out today's post - found this one of Mum, Grandpa Stokes and myself - don't we look like we are posing for a catalogue? I've definitely got to raise the bar when I start this year's gardening. Who knew I had this tradition of gardening glamour to uphold?