You Can't Keep a Good Crocus Down
Here in the South, when the tiny little crocus blooms first poke their heads up out of the ground some time in February, it can only mean one thing.
It's time to snow.
There's Indian summer, and blackberry winter. February is crocus winter.
There may not have been a Snow Jam 2015 to rival last year's storm, but in Georgia north of Atlanta and south of the mountains, any accumulation of six or more snowflakes that stick is a mega snow event. While I didn't get the two or three inches I was hoping for on Wednesday, I did get enough snow to put my poor little crocuses through the wringer.
Here are the crocuses on Tuesday morning after the first wintry mix fell overnight.
By Wednesday morning, I was pretty sure the flowers had all been killed. If they hadn't been, they surely would by the "absolute certainty" of 1 to 7 inches (later revised to 2-6 inches) of snow that was practically guaranteed by Atlanta forecasters to fall starting Wednesday afternoon. (Roll eyes here if you're from the South.)
I did get some nice snow showers with big , beautiful flakes Wednesday afternoon (Guiness the Cat did not like them), but the temps never dropped as low as they said. After the initial dusting, I mostly got rain and sleet and all my plans for snow ice cream were a bust.
When I went out Friday morning, the crocuses were all laid out and I was sure they were going to die. I hadn't counted on their resiliency, however.
What a difference a few hours and a few degrees can make! By Friday afternoon, most of the blooms had fully recovered. You'd never know they had been subjected to snow and ice twice within 48 hours.
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