Thursday, March 23, 2017

The Little Things Of Spring

The Under Garden's final month of prominence is at hand. More life is stirring. As the world turns green, the contrast of the Under Garden to the barren will be lost. 

There are daffodils of course. A  good number of them survived the snowsquash. It's all about how far along they are when a bout of winter returns. There are enough that there will be daffodils blooming for another month.

The minor bulbs are beginning to bloom. There are random specks and big patches spread across the wild cultivated gardens. Their numbers increase annually and exponentially.

It still looks barren out there, but a slow walk on a warm day is full of discovery.

The legendary Oconee Bell has opened for spring. This gifted plant has done well for me. Ever so slowly it is expanding. I contemplate dividing it since it now has multiple heads. Patience is a wiser option. Why hurry? I am here for the duration.

The relocated Trout Lilies are up and blooming. The more days that go by the more babies I am finding near one patch. We like multiplication.

I was just pleased that most of the Winter Aconite came up in the second attempt at bulb planting. The first to bloom looks to be making seed. I have seen the first trilliums rising and the Celendine Poppy is forming mounds of foliage as it prepares to bloom.

Life is stirring. The little things come first.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Late Afternoon In The Garden

It seems the days got longer over night. Now I don't sit until after 7pm many days That makes for low blogging enthusiasm until I adjust to this new schedule.

Last Sunday was another matter. A day predicted to be sunny and fifty degrees was cloudy, cold and thirty until mid-afternoon. I didn't think I was going to be able to work in my own garden. It was well below my minimum operating temperature.

The sun finally came out and it warmed right up. I managed to sow peas, spinach and lettuce in the roadside vegetable garden. The potatoes will have to wait for another day. They sit sprouted on the kitchen counter ready to go.

Unsquashed daffodils are blooming nicely.

The Trout Lilies are up. Even better it is making babies. Maybe one day I will have a carpet of Trout Lilies on the forest floor.

Maybe one day I will have a carpet of Winter Aconite in the Great Lawn before it wakes for the season.

The tree formerly known as rotten was rearranged. The grasses in the Tall Flower Meadow were cut and the rubbish was burned.

I even went ahead and transplanted the Red Twig Dogwoods that were worth saving in preparation for finding some Dog Hobble to follow me home. The plan is to close in a hedge of it behind the glass and tile table top. I need six. I might be forced to buy them.

I'm beginning to think my idea of a garden that would blend into the forest setting has gone out the window, particularly during the period of winter interest. Even I slow down to rubberneck while driving by. I know plenty other people do to. That is not a sign of blending in.

Oh well. It was a nice idea while it lasted.

Saturday, March 18, 2017


There has been a great deal of resistance to the full time resumption of my money making rut. I'm willing. Things just keep getting in the way.

The snow has melted. Come Monday I will try once again to start refilling the coffers full time.

I did work today after the rain passed. My second item on the agenda was thwarted by a closed gate to which I have never been overly interested in getting the code. I came home early instead.

No problem. The wind and snow and big rain last night caused the glass and tile table top past the fire pit to fall over. The tree trimmers pulled them - good thing - before dropping a tree on top of them. He just jammed them back in the ground. It was on my list to reset them. Then winter arrived and it was put on hold.

They are firmly reset now.

The low mounding evergreen tapestry of texture and color that is the garden of winter interest rests in a post traumatic phase ready for spring. Is it all over yet?

Tomorrow the grasses will come down. The first sowing in the roadside vegetable garden is planned. I have a little post tree trimmer chainsaw work that needs doing. Tomorrow is my garden day. Then back to the routine.

Friday, March 17, 2017

The Dandelion Was Still There

One thing has emerged from the snowsquash no worse for the wear. This dandelion is as perky as can be. I spotted the first dandelion of spring near the dung piles before the snow fell.

The crocus fared pretty well too. They look good enough even with some crisping on the petal edges.

The daffodils are another matter. It is a mixed bag of snapped stems and those that stand a chance of perking up.

The baby Bosnian Pines are upright again. They have a definite lean to the south and the sun. That is more of a long term sunlight issue than a snowsquash issue.

Poor, poor daffodils. All we can do is wait for the melt and some warm. There are certainly a large number of daffodils in reserve. The bloom is not completely lost. It is dented, that's for sure.

I will say our elevation and Tennessee border location does have its advantages. The daffodils I saw today lower down and further south looked miserable. Some actually looked like they froze. The further along they are in bloom and growth, the more susceptible daffodils are to cold damage.

The melt had begun. The coming rain will move it along.

The Winter Aconite are proving to be a sturdy and patient lot.

I will look for them with the crocus in a normal year. We are bound to have one now and again.

While I was looking at crocus, some spiky foliage poking up through the snow caught my eye. I do believe I found one of the missing clumps of crocus from around the fire pit. There they were eight feet away under a fern leaf. They looked a bit large and to numerous to be from seed.

Why would some damn varmint dig up crocus bulbs only to store them below ground eight feet away? Have Carol's garden fairies moved into my garden? Damn Fairies!

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Bent Baby Trees

It was eight degrees this morning and the wind was blowing. It barely got up to twenty during the day and the wind kept blowing. Bloom Day has been cancelled until this weekend. I did not go out there to get pictures of my bent baby trees. I zoomed in from the front porch.

That's a Bosnian Pine under there.

That's another Bosnian Pine under there. I waffled on wandering out there and knocking off the snow to unbend them, but it was cold out there and the wind was blowing. I also worried that doing so in their frozen state might actually cause them to snap.

Better to leave them bent, frozen and unbroken I thought. Let them learn to adjust to the circumstances on their own.

Bosnian Pines are actually from the mountains of the Balkans, Italy and Greece. They like cool high elevation climates and should know how to do bending snow. This has happened more than once and they have remained unbroken.

That's the third Bosnian Pine and a Foster's Holly behind it. I don't think hollies like to bend. I know they are not overly fond of snow and cold and I am pushing the zone and elevation limits with this holly.

But it's not broken and grows just as slow as all the other conifers and evergreens.

There were a number of other bent baby evergreen trees out there in the garden. Even the boxwood around the propane tank was a bent heap under the snow. By tomorrow afternoon they should begin to emerge from their bent frozen state and I will find out if all is well.

They will have to be. There is no other option if they want to live with me.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

In Siberolina

I can not believe the first real winter snow and cold of the season has arrived the second week of March after the well established initiation of spring. Ugh!!

It started with rain last night and in rapid succession went to freezing rain, slush, then snow.

I woke up to Siberolina. It's wet. It's heavy. It is sticking to every surface. My poor baby evergreen trees are bent so far over they are close to touching the ground. This is dangerous. Things could snap and five years of torturously slow growth could be lost. Please don't do that. Crush the daffodils instead.

It is pretty though.

Deciduous trees fare much better under these conditions.

There is good news. The utility company has been clearing the lines in the area since last year. They cleared me last week. That wasn't traumatic at all. The power is still on - for now.

The other good news is my taxes are done, signed, sealed and ready for mailing. The bad news as always is I owe big money I do not have. It's a never ending vicious cycle. But I have power and chocolate.

Tomorrow's high is going to be very low. Melting even with full sun may be minimal.

All that snow stuck up in the tree tops has to come down. You don't really want to be out there while that process is going on.

Does the roadside vegetable garden look ready to plant?

My other big adventure for the day was a trip to the mailbox. It would seem that was not on the mail carrier's agenda.

It was a productive day in Siberolina at least. Two horribly taxing items are off the list.

Just a little reminder, this was yesterday.

Monday, March 13, 2017

On The Thirteenth Day

One more trip around the sun begins and ends while the tug of seasons swirls above the mountains. Winter is literally on one side. Spring is on the other.

There was a slight spring rebound, enough to melt most of the snow. Another winter delivery is scheduled for tonight and tomorrow.

While I could I took one more trip around the wild cultivated gardens.

There was going to be a daffodil snappage assessment before they got buried in snow once more. There has been no commitment on snowfall totals this go round. This may be the storm where I get a sample of all kind winter wet.

One heiau gathered a few more rocks this winter. It is growing. I may even get it finished one day. My new strategy is to bring home the rocks I dig up when planting things. I plant a lot of things and there are rocks in most every hole.

It was not quite spring enough for the crocus today.

The Winter Aconite felt the same way. It was nippy out there as the sky got lower and darker.

Will winter be done by St, Patrick's Day in time for the planting of the peas and potatoes in the roadside vegetable garden? It is fully dunged and ready to go.

One old chimney freshly melted.

The good news is: so far the snappage of the daffodil's flower stems is minimal. With 10,000 daffodils on Bulbarella's mountain the show will go on.

They survived the first snowfall.

This gives a better idea of the future turnip fields without the strong shadows of the barren tree trunks. Think the terraced fields of Bali with turnips and an asparagus patch or two. Just give us time.

The time has come. Spring draws near. The last of the grasses will be cut soon.

One more trip around the garden begins and ends at Hale Mana. I am blessed on this thirteenth day.