I love the morning after a big snowstorm. The air is as clear as our air ever gets and the sun seems brighter. Certainly all that bright sun gleaming on the piles and heaps of snow — two feet of it — will shed some light if merely by reflection.
The philodendron in the kitchen need to be repotted and broken into multiple pieces — two or three. I’ll know for sure when I see the roots. I doubt there is any soil left in that pot. It must be all roots by now. I can’t repot it until the snow melts because my potting soil is outside, frozen in a drift of snow.
Nothing but the Anthurium is blooming, but everything — except the old philodendron — looks healthy. It will bloom in its time. When plants are resting up after blooming, then being repotted, the words to the wise are “Be patient. All will be will.”
Rumor has it that the temperature is going to go up into the 40s before the week is out and with some luck, two feet of snow will melt into the aquifer before next weekend. Come on, sun.