March Love/Hate

I admit I hate February. It’s cold, snowy, and dreary. March is more of a love/hate relationship. Today the weather in my area hit the mid sixties, the sun is shining, and I got to play outside. Today I love March. Snow is predicted for tomorrow, so I may hate March tomorrow.

One of the odd things about gardening on the porch is the microclimate it creates. I hate cutting things down for the winter because they keep producing. Last fall my snapdragons bloomed until a few days before Thanksgiving and the sage still had edible leaves until December. So I leave everything in place until it freezes or goes dormant on its own. Which means everything on the porch had been dry and dead looking for months because at that point it’s just too danged cold to go out and cut everything back.

Today that was perfect. It gave me the excuse to go dig around in the dirt before it’s really warm enough for planting. All the dead plants have now been removed, and I did get to start a few Lily of the Valley bulbs that were an impulse buy at the grocery store. I hope they do well; I love Lily of the Valley.

I also soaked every pot thoroughly. Mostly I do this to get the perennials going and see what’s going to decide to sprout. Other than the snapdragons. They come back on their own every year. Judging from their proliferation in migrating to every pot on the porch, as well as the lawn below I rather suspect these are not ordinary Earth plants anyway but alien invaders. Since they are pretty and have not attempted to suck my brain out my ear, I have no objection to their invasion. Although if they do have brain sucking capability I’d be delighted if they opted to snack on politicians. Just a suggestion if they happen to be following the blog.

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2 Responses to March Love/Hate

  1. Nathan says:

    Now, now. Snapdragonians wouldn’t be interested in politicians for the same reason zombies aren’t: politicians are nothing but junk food.

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