Brooklyn had what the Old Farmer’s Almanac would consider an ‘onion snow’ this morning. Less than a dusting of frozen precipitation fell at dawn– a sign to anyone who gardens that it is almost too late to invest in cold weather crops, including radishes, beets and scallions which prefer a cool earth, even one covered in a blanket of snow.
Clusters of crystals have merged in the upper atmosphere forming large conglomerates of pollen-like flakes that blow in the breeze like dandelion episperm. The snowflakes are as large as Susan B. Anthony silver dollars. Wall Street investors who still have jobs could catch these on serpent-like split tongues on their way to work today.
Already the squall is fading. The brief storm was certainly the Northeast’s ‘onion snow’ of 2009.
In the blink of a spring morning, at the sight of winter’s last blast, this ‘onion snow’ brings tears to the eyes of a March lamb who goes out to taste the last drop winter before the season passes over.