Back at the end of March, I moved the native prairie rose, Rosa setigera, out of the narrow rain garden that fronts the sidewalk—last summer I had spent much of July and August’s garden time clipping back the ambitious canes that kept trying to get to the sidewalk.
This year, we started the season ahead of schedule, but as the jet stream shifted, growth slowed way down. It’s been cold; our current weather was shipped here directly from Hudson Bay in Canada. We woke to a freeze Saturday morning, and another one is promised for tomorrow morning. Time to check on seedlings and transplants.
As you can see it has new growth popping out all over. In addition to the cold, we have had enough rain to keep things well hydrated, so it’s happy.
The borage, which lives in the fig tree bed, seeds in every year. The seedlings just started appearing a few days ago, I imagine in the wild botanical hope that they had missed the cold nights of early spring. No such luck, but they do seem to be OK.
No worries, though—according to the weather forecast, we will be in the 80s within 10 days!