trees

 

“A-ha-ha-ha…he’s gonna die, he’s way too high”

This is what a 22 inch disco ball looks like!

This one went in at the bottom of the Patch, up in my post oak.

Getting this sparkling beast hoisted up over a large oak bough involved planning, my daughter, and a few near-death experiences at the top of my stepladder.

This has to have been my closest brush with a ‘Darwin Award’ to date.

Not being particularly good with heights to begin with, wrestling with a very large, reflective ball, atop a ladder is ill-advised at the best of times. I kept getting fleeting glimpses of the terror on my face, reflected back at me a thousand times in the tiny reflective squares.

“You okay up there Dad?”

“Doin’ okay”

Attempting to hacksaw the hardened-steel chain to shorten it to the right length was a character building experience to say the least.

That brings the disco ball count to four – not finished yet!

At one point I actually considered using an angle grinder to cut the chain. My internal voice started the Bee Gees refrain:  “A-ha-ha-ha…he’s gonna die, gonna lose an eye…”

I decided against it.

Strung-up, it does look good at night- adding a whole other dimension to our firepit area.

Moving along.

Common Cattails (Typha latifolia) also know as bulrushes.

The final Cattails are offering their own unique light-show right now, especially with our recent winds stripping the seeds from the now over-ripe flowers. The seeds get to some staggering altitudes.

The large, cylindrical, brown spikes are the female flowers. Immediately above this protrudes a smaller, pointed spike of the male flowers.

This small stock tank has contained this stand of Cattails for years, ever since my kids were small.

I keep it moist and throw in some mosquito dunks after a good rain. As a marginal plant, Cattails like their feet to stay continuously wet.

Their roots spread by rhizomes, so keep them contained.

My kids have grown considerably since those early images, but they still can’t resist exploding the Cattails.

With the exception of my opuntia tree, the ‘Front of Patch’ has bounced back quite well after last years freeze. The palm responded well to the brutal ‘pruning’ the city gave it and has grown more vigorously up into the street cables.

This is what my opuntia tree looked like pre-freeze:

Over the course of the past year most of the limbs went into decline and broke off.

“MEDIC!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is now down to a single 10ft trunk, but I think this limb is going to make it!

“Don’t look at the shrunken-head sago palm, don’t look at the shrunken-head sago palm, don’t…”

These grasses put on a dramatic burgundy show this year.

I believe they are Pennisetum ‘Burgundy Giant’?

But I may be completely wrong.

Anyone?

The arching Boa seed heads have some great coloration.

Talking of seed heads…

https://www.eastsidepatch.com/2008/12/purple-harvest/

I used to harvest the seeds from these Celosia seed heads to spread it to other areas, but it does the best job if just left to its own devices. I started with one small bag of seed some 20 years ago from the Natural Gardener and it still pops up in unexpected places to this day.

I will leave you on a rather abstract note with this image of the Fairmont Hotel I snapped hanging out of my trusty steed the other day.

One of my favorite Austin buildings.

I had no idea there was a large pool area on top of the lower platform.

Stay Tuned For:

“Boot Leather Combos”

 

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Austin Powers?

 

This Sabal Palm took a bit of a beating when the city came through our street to clear foliage away from the overhead wires.

This was the first time the city have done this since we moved to East Austin over 20 years ago. It was either a stupid hair-cut, or they were going to cut down the whole thing!

I assume the now decapitated palm will push out new center growth when it breaks dormancy, we will see.

Further down the street, this pittosporum was sliced in half by the same crew to reveal this elegant pole.

I won’t bother posting what all the crepe myrtles ended up looking like…you already know.

After the brutal pruning came the brutal Freeze.

Monday, 15th Feb, 1am – the power goes out in the Patch.

Little did we know we were going to remain without power for the next four freezing days and nights!

Our old uninsulated 1890’s house was built and positioned for maximum airflow, to keep it cool in the summer. It’s cold inside our house when temperatures dip below freezing, even with the heater on!

“Arrr and let me tellest ye Winslow, when the wind came down from the north that eve, and the following eves, rattling the shutters, the cold creeping into ye bones, all was dark, all was lost in the Patch.”

“Boredom Makes Men To Villains.”

“Spock…our life support systems are down, our technology rendered useless, we have got to get out of here…got to get…somewhere warmer…”

Going to bed had become a life and death affair.

She looks like she is smiling, in fact, that was the expression she wore as her face froze the first night of the outage, her birthday.

You could see your breath inside the house.

This old Coleman Lantern and a hot water bottle from my youth provided some light and warmth. It uplifted our spirits a couple of hours each night. Well that, and a very nice Scotch I had forgotten about in my old hipflask.

Unlike many, thankfully we did not lose water or gas to our stove. Unfortunately, our oven had an electric ignition, so that was rendered useless.

Having a bath was also not a viable option.

It snowed.

It iced.

It snowed some more.

It is ironic we couldn’t really enjoy it, because we were just too cold.

Though we did venture out everyday for a walk.

During the day it was warmer outside, than inside the house.

Snowboarding the Eastside!

We spent many hours in the car, a major source of heat and device charging. I grew up in many cold environments and old houses in Scotland, but for the record, this was the coldest and darkest escapade of my life.

It all became too much for my Desert Willow…the first casualty of many I fear.

Arizona Cypress ‘blue ice’ living up to its name.

Hours past into days, days passed into weeks…etc., etc.

“How long have we been in this house?

Five weeks?

Two days?

Help me recollect.”

By the end of the 4 days things were pretty grim hygienically, morally and food wise.

Then pop! On came the lights, and a few days after that…the thaw.

Who says we don’t have fall color in Central Texas…we do now!

I also have a lot of oozing and fizzing going on courtesy of my fleshy plants.

The Sago Palms new coloration looks amazing, even more tropical looking then when it’s green! The background variegated pittosporum has already began to defoliate as a lot of plants will do in the weeks ahead. Just what I need, more leaves to clean up.

We wont know the full damage of course until the Spring, but I can safely say things have looked a lot ‘better’ in the Patch.

“Would you like some blackened citrus or rosemary to go with your catfish sir?”

The barrels and tongues baring the scars of the icy ordeal.

As for me,

I will summarize that frigid week and my general demeanor at the end of it in one image:

Stay Tuned For:

“Post Agricultural Apocalypse”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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