Poor Man’s Fertilizer

A late season snow is often referred to as poor man’s fertilizer. Both rain and snow contain trace amounts of nitrogen, but snow settles on the ground and melts slowly, soaking into the ground. Add the fact that a layer of snow can keep young, spring plants warm on a cold night (it was 14ºF (-10ºC) here last night), and a late winter / early spring snow can be very beneficial.

best part

Hey, Hu-dad, you forgot the best part about a late season snow.

The Herd says all of that is interesting. The main benefit of a late season snow is it is pure fun.

play time

Play time! (And, yes, we have already well-trampled the snow)

Any time there is much fun, games, and loud yelping in the yard, you know that brings out the Fun Police in every pack.

yell

Some one is about to yell.

blend in

Seems like a very good time to blend into the surroundings.

There is one dog in the Herd who has no fear of the Fun Police – because she rules The Herd!

games have begun

The games have just begun.

 

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