those ornamental grasses and roses.
. . . caught you, didn't I? Get your mind out of the gutter, people!
In the part of Oklahoma that I live in we technically reside in zone 6. I say technically because we have been 7 degrees warmer than average for February. The last week of January gave us an ice storm that kept the kiddos out of school for three days, but then by the first weekend of February we were sitting in the 70's!
Tulsa also has a very active bird watching club that takes statistics of wintering birds over the Christmas break--many of the 'normal' populations are now migrating hundreds of miles to the north. Which means we are losing our winter birds, but gaining new ones that used to stay to the south. I haven't decided if this is good or bad yet.
We are warming up quicker this year than ever before. I'm also concerned about the possible tornado season as I've noticed a tendency of their forming to the north of the traditional tornado alley. And yes, Oklahoma did have Feb. tornadoes this year. Be careful and be prepared.
Now is the time to clean up the winter debris in the garden. For my garden, it means tackling the 37 rose bushes that I have. Luckily, most of them are minis. They're small, but tough--I feel an affinity to these little scrappers. My Gourmet Popcorn, normally a very laid back plant with only a few thorns, jabbed a thorn 1/3 of an inch into my finger! OUCH! After removing it with tweezers and letting it bleed profusely, I resorted to wearing gloves.
--I don't like gloves. I like to get my fingers in the dirt. Gloves don't protect you from everything--oh, no, I still managed to get jabbed through the thick leather! And, of course, I was wearing shorts and a short sleeved shirt, so I have proof of my outside activity in the form of numerous scratches on my arms and legs. Yes, I kept my eyes on the punctures and looked for the tale-tell sign of red lines (sporotrichosis). See, college Mycology is paying off!
Now, I didn't have to cut back some of my minis. I'll have to replace at least 4-5 of them since Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail have grazed on my babies. I have no idea why the wild rabbits like eating my roses, but they do. They are also chow-lining my crocuses, iris, phlox, and anything else that is currently greening up. Little bastards.
I'd love to take my BB gun and shoot them, but my gun looks like a real handgun and I live behind a school. Someday I'll tell you my Great Blue Heron story. But until the rabbits go bother someone else's garden, I'll just send the dog out to pester them.
No, she doesn't hurt them. Katie is an Old English Sheepdog and can't see squat--even with her bangs trimmed! And she definitely can't corner as well as the rabbits! So she just scares them back under the porch and I feel a little vindicated.
So, with the exception of putting down fertilizer and fluffing and adding to the mulch, I think we are ready for spring. Though hubster is planning a new gardening project--he thinks I'm going to help. *snort* After 16 years of marriage you would think he'd learn that I DON'T DIG. I find the plants, take care of the plants, get him gatorade/beer/Mike's hard lemonade, offer support by watching him work, but digging is out!
. . . caught you, didn't I? Get your mind out of the gutter, people!
In the part of Oklahoma that I live in we technically reside in zone 6. I say technically because we have been 7 degrees warmer than average for February. The last week of January gave us an ice storm that kept the kiddos out of school for three days, but then by the first weekend of February we were sitting in the 70's!
Tulsa also has a very active bird watching club that takes statistics of wintering birds over the Christmas break--many of the 'normal' populations are now migrating hundreds of miles to the north. Which means we are losing our winter birds, but gaining new ones that used to stay to the south. I haven't decided if this is good or bad yet.
We are warming up quicker this year than ever before. I'm also concerned about the possible tornado season as I've noticed a tendency of their forming to the north of the traditional tornado alley. And yes, Oklahoma did have Feb. tornadoes this year. Be careful and be prepared.
Now is the time to clean up the winter debris in the garden. For my garden, it means tackling the 37 rose bushes that I have. Luckily, most of them are minis. They're small, but tough--I feel an affinity to these little scrappers. My Gourmet Popcorn, normally a very laid back plant with only a few thorns, jabbed a thorn 1/3 of an inch into my finger! OUCH! After removing it with tweezers and letting it bleed profusely, I resorted to wearing gloves.
--I don't like gloves. I like to get my fingers in the dirt. Gloves don't protect you from everything--oh, no, I still managed to get jabbed through the thick leather! And, of course, I was wearing shorts and a short sleeved shirt, so I have proof of my outside activity in the form of numerous scratches on my arms and legs. Yes, I kept my eyes on the punctures and looked for the tale-tell sign of red lines (sporotrichosis). See, college Mycology is paying off!
Now, I didn't have to cut back some of my minis. I'll have to replace at least 4-5 of them since Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail have grazed on my babies. I have no idea why the wild rabbits like eating my roses, but they do. They are also chow-lining my crocuses, iris, phlox, and anything else that is currently greening up. Little bastards.
I'd love to take my BB gun and shoot them, but my gun looks like a real handgun and I live behind a school. Someday I'll tell you my Great Blue Heron story. But until the rabbits go bother someone else's garden, I'll just send the dog out to pester them.
No, she doesn't hurt them. Katie is an Old English Sheepdog and can't see squat--even with her bangs trimmed! And she definitely can't corner as well as the rabbits! So she just scares them back under the porch and I feel a little vindicated.
So, with the exception of putting down fertilizer and fluffing and adding to the mulch, I think we are ready for spring. Though hubster is planning a new gardening project--he thinks I'm going to help. *snort* After 16 years of marriage you would think he'd learn that I DON'T DIG. I find the plants, take care of the plants, get him gatorade/beer/Mike's hard lemonade, offer support by watching him work, but digging is out!
When I'm at my writing desk, I look out on a fairly barren yard. In less than a month, everything will be greening up and some of my early flowers will be going to town, but I know how gorgeous it will look in a month or so. Do you like to garden, or just appreciate other people's gardens?
Write on!
