I didn’t make it to the party on Garden Bloggers Bloom Day or Foliage Followup due to an overwhelming week, but I can now share what’s going on in my garden. It’s been a week full of wonders as our temperatures have fluctuated all seven days. Today is supposed to be warm after two cold days, and we don’t have snow like Seattle. Thank goodness. Rain is forecast for later in the week. We shall see. It’s been so warm and dry this winter I feel like I’m in south Texas, not Oklahoma.
We need rain. Desperately.
Plants are budded out and ready to bloom. Hamamelis and hellebores are poised and ready, even peeking out a bit. I keep hoping they will hold off, but you can’t stop spring even if it is two months too early.
“What happened to winter?” I ask the plants as I walk about the property. The pansies, usually all burned foliage by this time, barely need a pinch here and there before I snap their photo. Their sunny faces smile up at me as if to say, “We haven’t a care.”
Unlike the pansies, I can’t enjoy such mild winters because I worry everything will get too far along, and we’ll have another freeze that will finally kill my Acer palmatum ‘Tamukeyama’ in the front, raised bed.
Plus, the summer bugs will become hordes if cold doesn’t kill some of them.
I not only have winter birds at the feeder, but some of the summer birds never flew south. What does that mean for migration?
“The garden needs its winter rest, and so do I,” I complain, but I get no response. The plants, if they had ears to listen, would just cover them with their leaves and sing, “We can’t hear you. La, la, la, la, la.”