|Russian Sage at side of house.|
Overnight, we got a nice little ice storm with snow on top. On April 14. Several weeks after the "start of Spring". Forty-eight hours after a high of 88 degrees. Fuck. THIS is why anyone who's spent any time in the Panhandle knows you don't plant before Easter. And even then it's iffy. Thank God my little fruit trees are still dormant, but my black walnut in the front yard is fucked.
|My old black walnut, already budded out.|