It’s 76 degrees today, maybe warmer, in February. We went in the pool, which was overflowing from all the rain last week (and yesterday). Monsoon rains then sunshine then fog.
Two weeks ago, I was bundled in my mink, my fur-lined gloves are still in my car. When my mother died fifteen years ago, the region was locked down in an ice storm for a week.
If my hardwood floors and body are feeling like they’re being pulled between extremes, imagine what our YARDS are feeling about our weird, extreme weather patterns.
We have made a 50-degree temperature about face in a matter of hours how many times now?
We go to our trusted experts at Harold Leidner Landscape Architects to ask: does this Ying-Yang extreme weather have the potential to kill our landscaping?
CD: Are plants confused when the weather pulls this great switcheroo of extreme temperatues? And then dumps on the rain?
