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Rain chances diminishing

LCRA’s chief meteorologist Bob Rose says another mini- drought-breaker like we had about nine days ago isn’t in the cards, just more humidity and a light rain later this week followed by a bit more this weekend thanks to a Pacific cold front combined with a low pressure trough out of New Mexico:

"Rain amounts Saturday through Sunday will be a little heavier, generally in the range of 0.5 to 1 inch, with isolated heavier totals.  As of now, however, I’m not seeing the development of a heavy rain event.   High temperatures both days will be in the middle 70s"

At least we’re going to get nice spring weather the next couple of weeks, highs in the 70s and lows in the 60s. And with the perennials greening up and the antique roses budding out, it should be even nicer.

Adios ice

The live oak branches that were embracing the roof have shed their ice and risen five feet off the shingles. Yippee. Things are getting back to normal at the rancho, with the temperature rising through 40 degrees this morning. Mr. B. is back to school and Mom back to work, and I have the laundry to do before I can get back to working on something I want to do. Going to be busy at the nurseries in another month or so, replacing some of the ornamentals killed by the ice. One cactus I have yet to identify was weighed down by ice and then broke off in the middle. But most of the perennials will come back from the roots. Not sure about the antique roses. They were weakened by the deer eating all their leaves before the fence was fixed, then the ice storm hit and their bare branches were encased in ice. Wait and see.

Rampaging deer

Never a dull moment at the rancho. If the appliances aren’t failing, or the trees falling, then the white-tailed deer have broken into the back yard again. Indeed, the deer have returned, smashing their way through the makeshift lattice work I installed last summer to try to save money (always a big mistake) rather than fix the section of privacy fence that a falling tree eclipsed. The deer are hungry and thirsty of course. It’s cold and dry. And the juniper pollen in the air has kept me inside like the Prisoner of Zenda (if that’s not too obscure a reference these days), so I would not have known about the deer but for Mr. Boy’s sharp eyes this morning before he left for school. Of course they have eaten the antique roses to stems again. This time I have called in a carpenter to come replace the fence, but of course he can’t come until tomorrow. I believe I will invest in either a Wrist Rocket sling shot or a Red Ryder BB gun to harrass the deer in the meantime. Shooting anything more powerful–like a .38 for instance–is illegal in the city limits and the Bambi lovers would go berserk if their precious marauders were severely injured. Don’t need to be arrested or draw an animal rights demo out on the sidewalk. So patience is in order until the carpenter comes tomorrow morning.

UPDATE  The carpenter came, did his work, and for about $600 we have a new cedar privacy fence which should keep the deer out for good. The first one who tries to jump it will wind up hung up in a large shrub, but you never know. Bambi is used to roaming at will in our neighborhood protected by city law, too few animal control folks to do anything, and the morons who sprinkle corn on their lawns. Oh, well.

Freeze prep

Well, the freeze covers are on the four outdoor faucets, and I’ll snip off all the antique roses in bloom before dark, because the temp is forecast to drop below freezing after dark and eventually down to 24 degrees with winds gusting to 25 mph. A hard freeze of about eight hours altogether. Then lighter freezes are expected tomorrow night through Sunday night and that will probably be the end of the freezes for a while. Unusual to have four in a row this early in the winter in Central Texas. But people farther north have it worse, with snow and ice, as well. Including a rare blizzard in Oklahoma, making travel nearly impossible.

Goodbye Red Oak

So we’re sitting in the kitchen last night going over some elementary school handouts for parents when we hear this big sound, just a big whoosh. We go outside to find it is the second Red Oak to give up the ghost in two months, except this one was two feet in diameter, versus about six inches for the other one that took out part of the fence. The new one seems to have done little damage, missing the house by inches, but sadly it sheared off the west side branches of the Red Bud, and of course it is blocking access to the back yard pretty good. The landscaper, who can’t come to start the chainsaw chorus until tomorrow, blamed it on the drought, but it also might be oak wilt. Looking on the bright side, we will now have more sunshine for the planting of more antique roses to keep safe from more deer, etc.

UPDATE  Something I forgot. Mr. Boy, getting into the spirit of our nightly readings of The Lord of The Rings trilogy, glanced at the fallen tree in the back yard and pronounced it Treebeard, cut down by the Orcs in mid-battle for Isengard. "Back to Fangorn!" he shouted to the other trees. 

Of deer and roses

The Souvenir de la Malmaison is struggling in the heat of July to put back its leaves after they were eaten by hungry deer. The deer have finally been shut out of the backyard by three 8X4-foot pieces of treated cedar lattice.

It seems like yesterday but it was two weeks ago when a tall red oak on the south lot line finally gave it up and collapsed from rottenness onto the privacy fence of the backyard. I was up late reading and heard the noise but, being a little deaf, I wasn’t sure what it was, and I went on reading.

I found out the next day that the tree’s upper branches had landed on the garage roof, messing up a few shingles but otherwise doing little damage, though the roof repair folks want about $500 to fix it all. Our good neighbor on the south side offered to pay half the cost of removing the tree and pushing back up and renailing the fence, and that was done, but it still left a good piece of old lattice which had been connected to the fence, to be repaired. And that’s where the white-tailed deer began getting in at night. They already stalk the neighborhood to eat ornamental plants and drink water from bird baths–and corn from sympathetic but unwise neighbors. So they came in at night to chew on the antique rose bushes, the geraniums, and Mr. Boy’s potted bean plant from kindergarten.

Several mornings I was awakened to news that deer were in the back yard and I had to go herd them back to the hole in the fence so they would leave. Never saw more than two at one time, but two at one time was plenty. After I bought one piece of the lattice to plug the hole, deer started jumping over the fence, the ground on the south neighbor’s side being higher than the ground on our side, to get at the rose leaves–which they consider candy. When they found they couldn’t jump back, they got pretty frantic, running back and forth, until I would come out and herd them toward the north-side fence which has a gate I could open for them to exit.

So I bought the other two pieces of lattice (taller than the fence by two feet or so) and nailed them up where the deer were jumping over and that seems to have settled that. Now it only remains for the Souvenir and the other antique roses (Ducher, Hermosa, Louis Philippe, Zephirine Drouhin and Rouletii) to put back their leaves and maybe a bloom or two in the hottest time of the year.

But they’ll make it. They’re hardy. Watering them every couple of days helps.