We were so happy a couple of weeks ago when Spring officially arrived and the weather acted accordingly. I even started tomato and chili pepper seedlings in the hope that we may have a longer growing season. But we were fooled.
We woke up to three inches of snow on the ground this morning. If it was just snow, it wouldn’t be that bad. The strong wind, over 30 mph, makes it feel much colder. Many young leaves got wind burn; the lucky one were buried under the snow. My face felt numb after only a few minutes outside. I managed to take some photos before my fingers started to ache and retreated back inside.
I didn’t have a chance to check in the cold frame. Actually, I didn’t want to open it because the wind would make it much harder to close. Snow also helps insulate it so opening it will not do the vegetables inside any good. However the garlic is outside, half covered in snow.
I’ll bring this up later, but I did make a mad dash out to the bee hives to wrap the girls up in warmer covers.
After months of bone chilling cold and several feet of snow, Mother nature finally eased her grip. The temperature has been increasing slowly and the spring rain has arrived. It’s been raining on and off since yesterday, with intermittent drizzle. When it was just drizzling, I took the opportunity to walk around looking for both survivors and a new generation in the garden. The deer and rabbits have done a lot of damage this winter. I guess hunger made them try anything they can get their teeth on. Yew hedge, rhododendron, iris, hydrangea, clematis, and tree peony bore the signs of being munched on.
There are also new flowering plants that have pushed themselves above ground. Tulips, hyacinth and daffodils I rescued from the garbage bin have never failed to express their gratitude year after year. Not many tulips left though. The chipmunks managed to dig a lot of them up last year even after they had started to flower. Snowdrops have already bloomed. Grape Hyacinth and Dwarf iris will follow close behind.
A new cycle begins again. I can hardly wait for a dry sunny day when I can begin pruning roses, feeding the plants, cleaning up the garden in general, and putting new seeds in the ground.
The Alyssum ‘Basket of Gold’ (Aurinia saxatilis) is a perennial that produces bright yellow flowers. Butterflies and bees love them. This particular one was buried under a mound of snow this winter but it’s happy and perky again.
I will have to cage these tulips before the chipmunks find them. I have no idea what this one is but the pattern on the leaf is beautiful and the resulting flower will be so vibrant.
Came back from vacation with hope to see some green and a little more warmth than when we left, but didn’t expect the temperature to be just like the tropics where we vacationed. It has been in the 70s in the last couple of days and the plants love it. There wasn’t much of anything above ground when we left, but now everything is sprouting up all over the garden. Garlic I put in last October has come up pretty nicely. Hellebores perk up in the morning only to wilt a little under the afternoon sun. Daffodils, Dutch Iris, Hyacinth and Hellebores are either blooming or just about to unfurl their petals.
I spent hours on my day off pruning and training the roses and haven’t finished yet. This is a time consuming task as well as a time constraint. If I don’t do it now when the roses are just starting to push out their little buds, it will be a lot harder to do when they have leafed out fully. Deer have done a lot of damage to the tips of plants that came up early, including Irises. Who said deer wont eat Iris? But the worst damage to our garden is caused by squirrels that dig up the tulips bulbs, eat them and leave us the leaves to rub into our wounds.
Aside from the annoying squirrel problems, I’m glad to see color in the garden and the aerial show from our avian friends again.
Every spring the gardener at my office will plant flower bulbs around the base of trees that line up in front of the office. The bulbs vary from year to year, from tulips to daffodils to hyacinths. They look lovely in those little patches on the sidewalk. After a month passes, the flowers fade, the leaves start to turn yellow and the gardener removes them replacing them with something else. I thought they would be stored or kept in containers for planting next spring.
One day I saw him putting the bulbs in a garbage bag so I asked. The answer; they would be dumped in the garbage. That was sad to hear. I see no point in not asking whether I can have them since they will become part of a landfill somewhere anyway, wasted for no good reason. He was happy to give them to me, and from then on, he’s been holding them for me. From one gardener (a pro) to another (an amateur). I shared them with my colleagues and neighbor. My neighbor especially, just couldn’t wrap her head around the idea of wasting perfectly good bulbs. Yes, we know they are commercially grown for garden design purposes to produce exceptionally large, colorful flowers. Their life, however, is short at one spring season. They end up as city garbage after they no longer produce pretty flowers.
I dragged bags of bulbs home for the last few years and planted, what’s left over after sharing, in our garden. I found that planting them this way, flopping leaves and all, the squirrels won’t dig them up. If I don’t have time, I let them dry out, cut the leaves off and store the bulbs for planting next spring.
I have free, healthy plants. The bulbs appreciate being rescued from a city landfill and adopted into an organic garden. They show their joy at being alive year after year, reproducing a new generation every spring for us to enjoy. Their gratitude clearly expressed both in colors and fragrance.
It was normal spring weather today, rainy and chilly as spring should be. After an unreasonably hot March, we finally have spring-like weather back. It’s been raining or drizzling on and off all day. I decided to roll the row cover back over the vegetable seedlings, though I knew they’d be able to deal with 40 degree temperatures. Howevert the cold does slow their growth. I want my salad sooner.
There was a brief period today when I could duck out with the camera without ruining it. Something about the silvery, shimmering drops of water that hang on to leaves and flower petals that is very soothing, very meditating. Nature stages them, I just took the photographs.
The temperature has been going up and down like a yo-yo. We hit 70 degrees last week, then dropped down to 25 degrees this past Tuesday night, one night only! I rushed home from work to cover the vegetable seedlings that had already sprouted. They’re too tender to take the frost and accompanying high winds. Between the low temperature and windchill at 16, I couldn’t feel my fingers after I had finished the chores.
Wednesday morning when I opened the two layers of industrial grade garbage bags (ran out of the row cover) I had used to cover some of the Snap peas, I found the pea seedlings were looking like they had been in a freezer. However, a little sunning during the day and they got the color back in their cheeks. To my surprise the Primrose (Primula) and the daffodils (left uncovered) appeared unperturbed by the frost. Darwin would be proud.
It is spring, officially three days ago, but it feels like summer. I don’t know what to do in the garden any more. We had a snow storm in October that took down a few of our trees. Then came a very mild winter, hardly any snow. Now early spring, but temperatures have soared to 80 degrees. It will go down to 50 degrees during the day and low 30’s at night in the next few days. I have a suspicious feeling that there will be snow in April.
I was able to find time to do spring cleaning on weekends in previous years but I couldn’t keep up this year. I decided to take three days off from work to take care of the garden. The roses need to be pruned and fed. Perennials need to be trimmed before they grow too big. Garden related tasks I used to take my sweet time to do have to be compressed to within a week or so. Have you ever tried to prune and train rambling roses when they are in full leaf? If you have the choice, don’t do it.
One good thing that comes out of a high-temperature spring is flowers blossoming all over the place. Here is a trio dancing in the sun.