Some of the hardest hit trees during last winter’s ice storm were older Eastern Red Cedar trees. Our friend Bob has quite a few of these trees that lost very large limbs. Instead of sending them all to the City tree branch dump site to be mulched, we’ve turned them into fence posts.
I’ve been slowly excavating the railroad ties that edge our driveway, which will also delineate the fenced area we’re calling the dog pasture. Odo and D’Argo need a safe area to play off leash and the front yard will be fenced in for that purpose. It might also discourage (though not stop) the deer from browsing in the gardens. I already have 3/4 of the posts I need for the fencing, thanks to the ice storm.
Smaller limbs salvaged from the larger cedar branches were used to create this trellising for berry canes. The raspberries and loganberries are all sprouting so I wanted to get cane supports installed sooner rather than later. Some of the blackberries have not resprouted, one of which I found dug out of the ground over winter, but they won’t be costly to replace.
So my geothermal well garden on the East side of the house is shaping up. Maybe this is where I’ll set up the new garden bench.
When you do a lot of planting in the Fall, there’s always great anticipation in the Spring, waiting until the plants break dormancy and show some signs of life. I planted 100 daffodil bulbs last Fall and, yesterday, photographed the first daffodil of the season. I was getting worried because other daffodils in the neighborhood had been blooming for over a week. I shouldn’t have worried. From my observations of native wildflowers last year, they always bloomed a week or two later than other locations.
Along with the daffodils, the fruit trees planted last fall are budding, or in the case of my Saturn Peach tree, blooming. I don’t expect any peaches from it this year. I’m just glad it’s alive! Now I’ll have to start the weekly watering of the new trees, if we don’t get sufficient rain, in order to get them well established in the soil.
This is our second Spring at Windhaven and I found a new wildflower to record. This time a minuscule violet. I think it’s the Blue Prairie Violet, but I’m not positive (there are a lot of violets).
So, Spring is creeping up on us but only daily observations can pick up the subtle changes; which brings daily joy in the continuing renewal of life. I love Spring!
D’Argo officially became the newest member of our family yesterday, after two weeks of fostering. In that time his true terrier nature came to the fore. He’s tenacious when it comes to protecting everyone from bigger dogs. He’s an avid hunter, chasing down bugs in the yard, hunting spiders in the house, digging after mice and gophers. He’s a big dog in a little package, with a big loving heart to go with it. He really likes Odo, although Odo still thinks he’s an interloper. D’Argo has taken over most of Odo’s things, so Odo has a legitimate complaint, but Odo won’t do anything about it. D’Argo’s favorite spot is Odo’s snuggle. We’ll be getting a new bigger one for Odo, now that we’re sure D’Argo is here to stay.
It’s really hard to get a good shot of D’Argo. He’s a wiggle worm. He’ll sit for a fraction of a second, but by the time that happens, my camera has gone into powersave mode, and he’s already off and running in the time it takes to wake the camera up. But he sits well, if not for long and we’re working on “stay”. I’ll be taking him to training classes in April, so I can learn how to train an adult dog. You can see we have to use a harness with D’Argo. He’s so low to the ground, the leash was constantly tangling under his legs. He’s housebroken except for one accident, and when that happens, as our dog training DVD said: “roll up a newspaper, and hit yourself on the head, because you weren’t paying enough attention to your dog’s behavior”. I’m learning.
This is D’Argo. He’s our foster pup. If all goes well with the vet check and getting along with Odo, we’ll finalize the adoption in two weeks. D’Argo comes from the Second Chance Animal Sanctuary here in Norman. His history is unknown since he was a stray. Therefore, we thought it prudent to go the fostering route, to make sure he was a good fit with our family.
D’Argo is about 15 lbs., half Odo’s size, and a year or two old (we’re not sure of his age yet). His coat is mid-length and brindle colored, a nice contrast to Odo. He loves all the squeaky toys that Odo’s afraid of. We’ve been crate training him and so far he’s housebroken.
This is a brand new experience for us since neither of us have ever had more than one dog at a time. Odo is getting older, he’ll be 12 this summer, and losing his hearing, so we thought it might be a good time to introduce a new dog into our household. D’Argo was hard to resist.