Spring – such a savage season. Like a sweet young maiden, she flirts with us, showing us only small glimpses of her beauty, leaving us hungering for more.
And, like the vengeful young maiden, the object of her affection scorned, she lashes out with cold wind and snow, running away to hide her tears, she leaves us yet again hungering for more.
The Apricot tree is in full bloom for a week now. Something about the 70 degree weather she says. I watched the temperature steadily dropped over the past three days, and finally decided to try to save her buds. This beautiful little tree gets her buds frozen off every year. This year I’m trying to change that. I wrestled with the wind yesterday and wrapped her up in row cover fabric. Held down with twine and large binder clips. I stuck my head up inside the fabric and it actually was much warmer inside there than outside. I hope this is enough protection, it’s all I could think to do. We’ll see.
(Update: no apricots.)
The crown imperials are tucked away underneath these large size black pots, held down with long fabric pins. I can’t believe they came up this early. They’re pricey bulbs damn it!
Tee hee hee, she squeels!