I feel sorry for the little Woolly Bears. The weather has been quite fickle. The week has been one of constant change.
It started like a typical November (like I always say - "No sun, No snow, No color, November..."). All is still and grey.
Last weekend I finished the yard work. I raked the last of the leaves, dropped the mower deck off the tractor, put on the plot blades, threw some straggler plants into the compost bins, dragged out the snow shovels, cleaned out the gutters, and put a few more snow guards on the roof (we lost a door hood due to an snow slide - it won't happen this year). Of course, the weather decided to taunt me - snow and freezing rain while I worked!
My timing was good. We had cold front move through by mid-week. A little snow on Tuesday . . .
. . . followed by a few inches on Wednesday . . .
By the weekend it was all melted. We have had temperatures above 50 degF the last two days! Those poor Woolly Bears must be confused - I am!