Mary Beekman is a four-year-old ghost who resides in The Beekman Mansion, and considers Brent and Josh her “imaginary friends.” Follow Mary Beekman’s Diary each week to learn what it’s like to be a young child in early 19th century America

No bright sun today.  Nell and I were going to take a walk and look for bird nests.  The floor boards were cold!!! I tiptoed to the bedroom window and looked out.  The ground was white with SNOW.  SNOW?  Mother’s flowers were blooming.  I cut some fresh chives yesterday for Father’s eggs.  I wondered if Brent and Josh know. They know many things and sometimes when I think about them………..there they are!!  I must tell them about this SNOW.

Father was drinking his coffee and shaking his head when I entered the kitchen.  He was speaking to Mother about “poor man’s fertilizer”.   He was assuring her that the flowers and emerging herbs would all fare well.  He told the boys that this late snow was especially good for spring.  Snow and rain and sleet and hail bring nitrogen to the earth through all the thunderclouds and snow. He seemed to think that this nitrogen  helps to make plants big and healthy.  Mother was nodding her head but I am not sure she understood.  Brother spoke up and made mention that Nell’s father had read that lightening made the snow carry nitrogen to the soil.

I spied Josh and Brent standing behind Brother.  Josh was eager to go out into the snow.  I could tell because he had his mittens on already.  But Brent was listening very carefully to Father’s explanation of this late season snow.  I want to go out and see this snow on all the plants.  I hope I can find my woolen shawl quickly.  I have not worn it in many days.  There, it is snowing again………….just very tiny flakes.  Oh my……………now there is thunder!!!!!  Josh was not paying attention and he jumped.  Because the sky is gray, I could see a piece of lightning wink at me through the window. Brent said, no one else can hear him, we must hurry out and watch the plants grow higher.  I simply must see.

by Mary Beekman

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terri stump

Awesome! I really enjoyed this story. The weatherman was calling for some snow here in central Pa but it did ot arrive!

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Kathleen McKinley

How enchanting to have a wisp interested in your comings and goings. Mary, you are loved and remembered.

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Mary

Diane, I loved hearing about the Bleeding Heart.

Sometime ago, I wrote about the same plant in my

diary. I hope you have time to find the entry and

discover the secret of the Bleeding Heart. I like

Mother Nature also.

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Diane Gilman

Enjoyed your story. Coming from farming families in Duluth, Minnesota, Clare, Michigan, Cleveland, Ohio I find life here in New Hampshire a gardening challenge. I left the high desert of Palmdale, California where I had everything my father taught me left me with the most awesome vegetable garden, and delighted in the April showers bringing May flowers. I can remember snow storms here in June that never bothered a thing. Hard winters in California brought the most awesome Spring flowers to the desert hills that are postcard perfect. The "Bleeding Heart" that my sister babied in California thrives on the 6 feet of ice packed snow that covers it all winter. Up and about, growing 2 inches a day and covered with beautiful white blooms as we speak. Bless Mother Nature for all she has to offer!!

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Holly Masterson

This delightful commentary on spring snow struck me as so perfect!

I looked up, and it was snowing in Santa Fe, NM! Here we are on glorious May Day, and I have just newly completed the drip system on our 9 Gigantic raised beds, only yesterday. I was inspired to build these raised beds by the enthusiastic endeavors of "the boys" and the onset of a search for a more comfortable gardening environment.

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sue tolbert

Hello my friend, It is beautiful here in Michigan today but yesterday was not nice. We has snow on the ground in the morning, also. I had to wear my jacket when I went outside with my dogs. Even they looked surprised to see the snow had returned. When we went out this morning the grass seemed much greener and the plants had grown many inches. Mary, I believe your father is right about the nitrogen making everything stronger. He is a very smart man. My father taught me many things when I was young like you and now it helps me be smarter. I will write you soon and tell you how my plants and flowers are doing. Have a joyous Easter. As Always with love, sue t.

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