This time of year the grocery stores and garden centers are filled with potted Easter Lilies. They will be purchased and presented as gifts to mothers and grandmothers throughout the US at Easter Dinner.
A week later the lilies will have bloomed, their petals will have fallen off and they will be left neglected and forlorn like a prom queen with tear-smeared mascara all over her face and her high heels in her hand sitting on the steps of the gym while her date makes out with the girl that came in second. They will be placed in a shopping cart at the front of the store with a “Reduced for quick sale” sign in front of them.
In an effort to recoup their losses the stores will frequently mark them down to absolute pennies rather than throw them in the trash can (which, unfortunately, will be their fate if YOU do not rescue them). Last year Food Lion gave them away for nothing, knowing that the canny gardening knew their worth. Which is why I walked out of the store with ten of them.
Easter lilies are simply a form of Asiatic Lily that has been “forced” to bloom at Easter (rather than the more normal early summer). There is a healthy, happy bulb in that pot with the Rabbit sticker on the side of it and the jaunty “Happy Easter” plastic pic, and given the chance, that healthy, happy bulb will give you flowers for years to come if you would only give it a chance.
So, your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to go out and rescue as many pots of “dead” Easter Lilies that you can. They are a good and worthy cause, and they will reward you in spades next year if you just bring the sorry looking stalks home and plant them in a sunny spot in your garden.
Easter Lily Rescue Teams are GO!
Ellie Wyatt (one of my male cats, yes I know Ellie Wyatt is not a male name but it is a long story and does not bear repeating here) wandered over to the bird cages this evening and sat on the back of the recliner and watched. I looked over at him, “Ellie Wyatt” I said in a stern voice “No”. He looked at me and seemed to imply that he was doing nothing more but sitting on the recliner and minding his own business, so he stretched, yawned (as cats do when they have been “caught”) and wandered over to me.
Shortly thereafter I noticed that he had gone back to the bird cages but now was sat on the window sill (thinking he was out of my sight) where he was observing the birds with an assassins eye. “Ellie Wyatt!” I called, whereupon he immediately turned his head towards the display cabinet obviously trying to convince me that he was doing nothing more than admiring the collection of decorative tea pots that are in there.
It occurs to me, as it often does, that cats, with their obviously superior intellect, honestly believe that humans are stupid, and when they are caught in a clear ruse, they are quite surprised that they have been out foxed by the “stupid upright creature that provides the food”, it never ceases to amaze them that sometimes we know what they are up to.
It is Spring in North Carolina and unfortunately for many of us in North Carolina that means only one thing. Pine Pollen.
The Pine Trees are blooming, and as a result they are pumping an inordinate amount of pollen into the air. It covers everything, cars, buildings, roads, plants, and if you stand still long enough you. You cannot go outside and breath without breathing the pollen into your nostrils. The allergies kick in, your nose gets blocked, your eyes gunk up, and as the pollen count gets greater you wake in the morning and your eyelids are literally glued together.
We have been promised rain this week, as of yet we have not seen it. Still, if rain arrives it will wash all the Pine pollen into the roads in veritable yellow rivers. This week is not the peak, that is coming next week or so, which will result in the glued up eye lids. I cannot complain of course, it is simply a fact of nature that trees need to reproduce and they will do what they have to do.
I can guarantee you that I will not be washing my car for a while.
There is no point.
I am currently under siege, having been visited by a marauding army of blackbirds, namely Grackles, Red Wing Blackbirds and Cowbirds. Thankfully this invasion will be short lived, as my experience tells me that they are simply flocks that are heading back North having spent the winter with the snowbirds in Florida. Notwithstanding the fact that they will be gone once they have stuffed their bellies full at the Britty All-you-can-eat Buffet, they are currently eating me out of house and home and really ticking off my resident birds.
Let me be clear here, I do not begrudge them the food, I know when I put out food for the birds it is an invitation to all birds, regardless of their attractiveness, I just wish that they would not behave like so many thugs at a Soccer Game, and I can understand how frustrated my local bird population is. It is a bit like showing up at your local Mom and Pop diner for breakfast on Sunday Morning and discovering that it has been taken over by a gang of Hells Angels who insist on bitching about the service, slapping the waitress on the rear end, and smoking in the non-smoking section.
You don’t like it of course, and you sit there quietly trying to eat your breakfast, while keeping your head down and pretending to be inordinately interested in the menu, knowing that eventually the Hells Angels will get back on the road and you will not have to see them again until next year.
I must say I will be glad when they don their helmets, get on their bikes, and sod the hell off to wherever it is they are going.
This weekend the air was filled with the sound of the newly awakened Carpenter Bees buzzing around and bumping into things. I have always thought of Carpenter Bees as being the rather stupid cousins of Honeybees and Bumble Bees. If the Carpenter Bee were at a family reunion it would be the one handing its beer to a Bumble Bee cousin while saying “watch this”, and then doing something so utterly monumentally stupid and Darwin Award worthy that it ended up getting a million hits on Youtube.
I have formed this impression because for whatever reason Carpenter Bees bump into things, a lot. A sunny afternoon in my garden will reliably consist of the sound of the Carpenter Bees buzzing overhead and then immediately flying face first into the vinyl siding. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-thud Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-thud Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-thud. Without fail. I often wondered if perhaps their eyesight was not what it should be and contemplated a “Seeing Eye Dog for Bees” movement (for those in the UK Guide Dogs for the Bees). Of course dogs would be unworkable, perhaps smaller bees, or even the odd mosquito or two could be trained to lead around the Carpenter Bees (goodness knows it would be nice to find some actual use for a mosquito).
This weekend however changed my thinking about Carpenter Bees. As I wandered around the garden I noticed that the Carpenter Bees were feeding heavily on the Carolina Jessamine. I watched them for a while, marveling in the fact that they were not actually bumping into things but seemed to have a purpose. What was most interesting however was the fact that with their fat bodies they could not access the nectar of the Jessamine flowers the traditional way so they employed a rather neat trick of piercing the base of the flower with their proboscis and then slurping up the nectar from inside the flower.
You can see from this bloom that had dropped off the vine the two very obvious piercings where the Carpenter Bee had harvested the nectar.
This of course has a brilliant advantage over all those smart college attending Honey Bees and Bumble bees in that the Carpenter Bees do not need a flower to open in order for them to access the nectar,
So whilst the Honey Bees and Bumble bees are patiently waiting for the day of the family reunion, Mr. Stupid Cousin Carpenter Bee has broken into the meeting hall and drunk all the beer. Brilliant!
Much to my delight the first of my tulips bloomed this weekend. A deep red with a black throat. I am always delighted to see them, as tulips do not do well in this area and while back in blightey they will return year after year, and eventually form large colonies, here in North Carolina they are, as I heard someone describe once, “like chocolate, the pleasure is fleeting”. Of course the leaves will return for years and years, but I am lucky to see flowers for more than a couple of seasons.
The rest of the hyacinths are now in bloom almost in spite of my inability to get them in the ground before January.
As is the wisteria that clambers merrily over my roof much to the delight of the bees and other pollinators.
The pretty pink Oxalis that came with the home when I bought it is also in bloom.
I love these so much, and they are easily divided, so I have moved clumps of them to various parts of the garden.
One of the things I love about gardening is that once you find something that works, you can plant it, ignore it, and it will reliably come back year after year. Two of the stalwarts of my garden are Daylilies and Canna. Both behave like rampant weeds in this area and constantly provide more and more plants to be moved around and spread about the landscape. Lemon Balm (a member of the mint family) is another one that I can rely upon to provide me with many, many plants that can be used to fill in blank spots as the season progresses. Not only does it expand by its root system but it also readily self seeds here. It is tough as nails, can tolerate pretty much anything (including being walked on on a regular basis which is why I allow it to sprout in the gaps in my patio pavers as it releases a wonderful lemon scent when the leaves are crushed) and it is of course free.
Another of my favorite “freebies” is Autumn Sweet Clematis. It is wild around here and I have it coming up in various places in my garden. It also readily self-seeds and I am constantly moving seedlings from the lawn to the base of trees where it can merrily clamber up and scent the air come September when it is a mass of white blossoms and is a favorite of the pollinators out there. So what is blooming in your neck of the woods?
Last year shortly after the Hurricane of all Hurricanes the relentless Irene went through the area we spent several weekends cleaning up the debris. As well as cleaning up much of the tree damage my husband took the opportunity to cut back several of the Japanese Privet trees that had become overgrown and were beginning to interfere with my ability to a) hang out laundry and b) grow vegetables in my vegetable garden as they were blocking the sun.
The limbs were placed in a pile in an out-of-the-way place in order to be turned into mulch once my husband, you know, actually took the chipper/shredder I bought him out of the box. In any event, they lay there all winter and as I walked by them this weekend I saw something that totally blew my mind.
Here is a photo of one of those limbs, the cut end, not a single section of this limb has any contact with the soil, not a single tiny branch has any contact with the soil in order to feed the limb.
This is what I noticed when I walked by it. The limb is leafing out.
Now, let me be clear here, I followed the cut off limb from the base all the way to the leafing out branches and it was the same limb, there was not some odd optical illusion whereby a cut off limb was somehow tangled up with a growing plant, in fact at one point I picked up the cut off limb and waved it around in order to convince my DH that I was not in fact delusional.
I suppose if anything it is a clear indication that given the opportunity that a plant will do anything in order to survive, that the survival instinct is so strong, even in a “dead” branch that there is nothing that can overcome it. I was quite amazed.
Pond Snails apparently. As I was walking back into the house after hanging out some laundry I noticed quite the orgy going on in the pond.
Apparently the weekend of March 10/11 is the “all pond snails must mate” weekend because that is when all of the snails in my pond decided to migrate from whatever corner of the pond they were living in and amass in a seething frenzy of sexual abandon close to the surface. Some of the poor females had three or even four males vying for her attention.
I also discovered that Mother Nature had seen fit to visit me in my moment of battling the slugs misery and grace me with a little helper who has taken up residence in the greenhouse.
He no doubt hunkers down in the gravel during the day, enjoying the warmth in the greenhouse and then after dark he righteously defends my seedlings, gobbling up those pesky slugs like the Toad Warrior that he (or she) is. Whatever the scenario, I am just glad to have some help in the slug war.
Speaking of seedlings I transferred the lettuce and spinach seedlings out into their permanent beds this weekend. I am hoping that they will like their new home and quickly become ready to be consumed by my voracious lettuce and spinach eating husband.
By my calculations the price of the pack of seed ($1.00) combined with the price of the container (nothing because I used last years) and the price of the potting soil (nothing because I used last years) will result in me making my investment back the minute I get to harvest the equivalent of 1/3 of a bag of store bought Spring Mix.
I also planted some Raspberry canes and some rhubarb roots which I found growing out of their bags at Big Lots. Dr. Tom (our local extension agent) tells me that Raspberries do not do well here in this area, however, these poor things, obviously desperately in need of a new home were just calling to me (this attitude and my inability to ignore an abandoned kitten gets me into a great deal of trouble. )
It was a gloriously sunny weekend, warm and windy, perfect for getting laundry dry. I am reliably informed by the Weather Channel that we are out of the woods when it comes to having any sort of late frost. Let the games begin!
Whatever your political leanings, and whatever your thoughts on corporations I have to say that I am really enjoying the latest series of ads that GE is putting out. While GE has been somewhat of a political punching bag of late, particularly due to their unfortunate position of not paying anything in corporate taxes, I think their latest series of ads is not only politically savvy but I have to admit they are a feel good snippet of wonderfulness in a sea of worthless “what to do with your millions” ads that tend to fill the airwaves of whatever channels I watch.
The crew who built the jet engine actually getting to watch the jet take off (while one worker wipes a tear from his eye), the workers who build the cancer screening machines getting to meet the cancer survivors, and the appliance factory personnel talking about “there is construction everywhere”. These ads are not only intelligently done they express a feeling of hopefulness, a feeling that we are turning the corner, there are better things ahead.
I may complain about Cueball chasing the cats about the house, and I may occasionally complain about his flatulence, and I constantly complain about him sometimes peeing in inappropriate places, but all in all Cueball is a good boy, he really is. While Judy was alive he was often tempted out of the yard by Judy going on an adventure but generally he was always the first home, headbutting open the front door to get back into the house while Judy was still out roaming the neighborhood. Since Judy has been gone there has not been one instance that Cueball has left the yard without permission. Let me make this clear, right now there is a large tree down over the back fence so he could leave the yard any time he pleased, all he has to do is walk along the downed tree and he is out into the wilds of the swamp out back. He chooses not to do so.
I could leave the front door open for hours and it would not occur to Cueball to walk through the door and go outside without us. If perhaps the DH goes out to take out the trash he will follow him up the pathway and wait patiently by the trashcan while DH puts away the trash and then will follow him back into the house without even a call of “Come on Cueball”.
When I go out to the greenhouse at the weekends he has a clear escape hatch through to the front yard but he steadfastly will sit right in front of the greenhouse, back towards me, looking out, lest some monster perhaps come and try to attack me while I am tending my seedlings. He does this even though he knows that I am totally engrossed in the stuff in my greenhouse and if he went out to the front I would probably not even notice for thirty minutes or so that he was gone. Lucky used to take advantage of this all the time, I would be messing around in the yard and working on something and the next thing I knew Lucky would be half way down the subdivision wiggling his butt at some local children. Cueball would never do this, as far as Cueball is concerned he has to be in front of me and the world at all times, in Cueball’s mind the world is a dangerous place, and Cueball has decided that the only defense between me and the world is Cueball.
He is a good boy. He really is. There are times that I think I do not say this enough.