OK, that's a dumb name, but not quite as dumb as Snowpocalypse, which I've also heard. It may not be the end of the world, but Portland is *snowy*. We've had some kind of cold white stuff on the ground for nearly 2 weeks, and most of us are sick of it. At its deepest, we had about 9" at my house, enough that I couldn't see where my raised beds stopped and the paths started. I still don't know what most of my plants look like, because they're still buried. I never thought I'd miss our winter rain, but I do.
The snow is pretty, though, and it makes the garden look like a winter wonderland. Here are some pictures I took on the snowiest days:
Rosemary buried in the snow:
Woodland garden in my backyard:
Frozen camellia buds:
Frozen horsetail and berries hanging over my frozen creek. Who knew weeds could be so pretty?
I'm waiting for the snow to melt with some apprehension, wondering how many of my beloved plants will be done in by the cold and wind. Maybe I should move back to California.
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