Planting a Vineyard, Part 11: White Everywhere

I wake up in the morning, look out the window, and shock! Cars, trees, basically the entire street covered in the white fluff of the first snow! But where? By what right?

For a week now, I’ve been checking three weather portals every day, even twice a day, because like grave robbers, we’ve been waiting for that one perfect day when the sun will show its face, the wind will finally die down, and the thermometer will climb into the positive zone. And that day was supposed to be today, the day we’d cover the field with white fluff, but with carbon dioxide instead of snowflakes.

On the way to the plot, I quickly calculate: maybe it’s better that it snowed, maybe the lime will dissolve better in the snow? On the other hand, if the entire area is covered in white fluff the first thing in the morning, how will we know where to apply white fertilizer?

I drive along, debating in my head, cursing myself for not having parked my car in the garage the night before, and envying the spotless cars parked carelessly along the streets I pass. But wait, they’re all clean! Then I realize I don’t see a single snow spot on the sidewalks or trees either. The gods have played a trick on me again. Snow has indeed fallen, but only on my own street, and it’s a side street at that.