Maybe it is just me, but it seems like the temperatures this winter have been more of a roller coaster ride of highs and lows than in the past. For the latest example, the high temperatures on Friday and Saturday were in the low to mid 80s. A cold front blew through early Sunday morning bringing falling temperatures and sleet. The low temperature on Monday morning is expected to be around 14 with a wind chill near zero.
On weekends when the temperatures climb into comfortable levels, I get out and do a little work around the garden.
Spring is just around the corner, so it is time to clean up the front garden. I "mowed" the dead growth on the grasses and perennials with hedge trimmers. I hope some of those tree leaves will blow away now that there are not as places for them to get snagged.
I am getting the urge to move the stock tank again. It was not an easy task when I moved it last year and I swore "never again". I like it where it is, but I think the possumhaw holly next to it may be too close. So "never" may come this spring.
The "bones" of the garden a visible now. Rocks, cactus, yucca, possumhaw, pathways, and a roving stock tank all add structure to the garden.
Scattered clumps of narcissus, one of my few non-natives, add a little sunshine on cloudy days. This photo was taken a few days ago.
Today, the temperature roller coaster came crashing down and the narcissus are bowing closer to the ground.
It is almost as if they are staring in disbelief at the sleet on the ground. It was so warm yesterday.
Frozen broccoli and frozen asparagus are on the menu tonight.
The asparagus started popping up in the last week. There are about six spears that are visible. I snapped off the tall one and another one that was about the same size. Some of the others that are coming up are much thicker.
I did not pick this Romanesco broccoli. I think it will grow more, provided it does not succumb to the freeze. Just yesterday a cabbage white butterfly was laying eggs on the broccoli and today it is frozen solid and covered in ice. I hope the cold kills the eggs. The caterpillars taste bitter.
After tomorrow, the temperatures will begin to climb again. I am sure there will be a few more dips before the steady climb into summer. Maybe this will be the last big dive for the season.