At the end of last week we were sitting in the teahouse with the doors and windows open, reading and drinking coffee. We enjoyed our first margaritas of the season — along with chips and two kinds of salsa — lounging on the deck and enjoying the view.
As of yesterday (Tuesday), it was so wintry I spent the afternoon making beef stew. About 4 p.m., I went out into the garden armed with black plastic plant pots, bamboo stakes, old sheets, clothespins and bricks. Starting last night and going through the rest of the week overnight temps are predicted to be dipping just below or just above freezing, so I covered Martagon lilies, Erythoniums and woodland peonies. All are well up and budded out. I think they would survive but I don't want to learn the hard way that they won't. This kind of weather is pretty typical for April in Wisconsin, yet I always find myself surprised when it happens.
When I came back indoors after spending an hour working in the cold and wind and bits of swirling snow, we opened a bottle of wine and sat in front of the fire before dinner. Looks like my week will be spent alternating between covering/uncovering plants and sitting by the fire.