The beauty of gardening is there is often the opportunity for astonishment. Here we are, mid April, the snow is still deep at elevation and here at 396’ it lingers. Stubborn. But it is slowly revealing the perennial beds. The urge to get out there and clean up last years spent foliage is strong. I leave it over winter to act as mulch and it does so with great success, but now I’m ever so tired of it. I want to remove it, toss it on the compost pile, let the minor bulbs shine. But then the ‘what ifs’ start. What if the temperature drops even though the ten day forecast says it shouldn’t, who hasn’t been fooled by that one? So there I am, gingerly cleaning up around what I consider to be super hardy perennials, trying not to uncover the foxgloves that I really and truly want to shine this year and that will succumb to hard freeze like we had this morning. There have been mysterious perfectly round holes in the snow. I guessed that they were the results of ro...