Since 2007 my life has been anything but fun with two jobs falling apart due to bullying, grinding me down to near poverty. My health has suffered. These days I only find peace in the outdoors. Last year I was too distracted to return to this blog; this year I’ll try to be better about it.
This March in Chicago has been freakish. I’ve been around more than 5 decades and can’t recall such a lengthy warm spell this early in the year. Yes, we’d get a day in the 80′s here and there before May, but more commonly spring has been a long, damp, miserable haul. Not so this year, when we were nearly at 90 degrees F on several occasions over the past week, with apparently more to come before long.
And so, out to the garden I went. I removed the covers from the rose bushes the first week of March — it was already that warm. Usually I don’t remove the covers until March 15 or later. I’m glad I did. They would have suffocated and developed all sorts of fungus problems under their Styrofoam covers during that hot, humid weather.
Too lazy to go look for the greensand, I instead plunged a stick of “organic” fertilizer into the ground next to each bush. A few weeks and a giant, almost monsoonal rainstorm later, the bushes are fully leafed out. I don’t see buds yet, but I won’t be surprised to see the bushes blooming by mid-May. Normally they never bloom before the first week of June; the earliest ever was the last week of May.