February in Central Texas is not particularly brutal. Often following on the heels of a hard freeze or two in January, February typically provides a fair number of days featuring cold but not freezing weather, in combination with rain. Cooler days and moist soil make winter work in the garden comparatively pleasant.
Especially for me. I am an inveterate transplanter. For my purposes, I need every single typical day February can provide, in order to tackle everything I hope to get done before live oak trees begin their annual pollen assault.
I consider transplanting a locational "do-over", a second (or third) chance to get things right. Some of my favorite plants achieved that designation based upon little more than their repetitive tolerance of my moving them around. It's funny. Once a plant has demonstrated to my satisfaction it will survive a move, I almost always find a reason to move it.
Like the ox-eye daisy mounds shown at the base of the winter bare althea in the photo to follow. They were very recently shifted. I'm trying out new companion plantings here to provide more year round interest in this bed. The sunny area vacated by the daisy mounds is slated to host native milkweed.
It is a win/win scenario. Though the success rate of native milkweed seed germination under my care is still in question, the daisy mound moves ought to be a slam dunk. This is February rather than August, so survival ought to be guaranteed. Right?
Maybe. This February just refuses to play by the rules. The past span of days brought sufficient sun and warmth in combination I felt I had to halt rearranging in favor of hauling watering cans. Walking to and from our rain barrels, I shed layer after layer of clothing as the day and I both heated up.
|Relocated wildflowers. Hang in there babies!|
Me! Wanting more cold, more grey! Unprecedented.