
My Thanksgiving cactus sometimes has delusions of being an Easter cactus. This year, it seems to think it’s a St. Patrick’s Day cactus.
trying not to kill the beautiful things

My Thanksgiving cactus sometimes has delusions of being an Easter cactus. This year, it seems to think it’s a St. Patrick’s Day cactus.

The first Saturday of March was unfrigid enough to get me outside with the reciprocating saw Aaron bought me for Christmas. I broke down the one largish branch and one smallish branch that came down during last month’s ice storm, and I cut back one stand of switchgrass.
I’m not asking our lawn guys to cut down anything ever again. I’ve had too many healthy perennials whacked to the ground that should NOT have been pruned in the spring. (How a dormant hydrangea resembles switchgrass is beyond me.)

This is the first Trentino has bloomed, after being forgotten in the basement for a year and then properly potted for another year. She’s quite beautiful — I find I like the delicate and subtle green-to-pink shading more than the vibrant red of her big sisters Christmas Star (also currently in bloom) and Ragtime.
We’ve had some hints of autumn and a swing back toward the heat of summer. Most of the summer blooms have had it with the dry conditions, but there are a few late summer and early fall blooms to be seen…
The near-drought here in NW Ohio (Zone 6) has been partially relieved over the past few days, but my benign neglect and lack of watering is showing for some plants. Luckily, I try to keep my gardens stocked with hardy survivors and nothing especially needy, so I think all the established plantings (and even some new additions) will weather the dry spell just fine.