Yesterday was the first official day of spring and March Madness simultaneously. My wife’s five-hundred daffodils are still in bloom. Copious numbers of iris are green and growing, but still have a ways before their bloom period. You can’t plant tulips out here on the mini-ranch because the deer love eating tulips. We learned that in Spring II out here in the godforsaken Oklahoma wilderness.
Our many redbud trees are just on the cusp of blooming. The lilac shrubs will be in bloom soon as well. Lavendar and white. Our two forty-foot Aristocrat Pear tree are in a spectacular avalanche of white bloom this morning. In Oklahoma…always plant the Aristocrat over the much over-planted Bradford Pear because of the strong wind resistance the Aristocrat affords the landscape.
The flowering crabapple tree in front is probably at least two weeks away from bloom. It is a magnifcent spring bloomer in Oklahoma scapes. Peonies are breaking the ground in front and back beds. I have no idea whatsover how many peonies my wife has planted over the years. Plus…they multiply. All I know the color and size of blooms are stunning and what have stopped many who drive by our mini- ranch to stop and ask what varieties she planted.
Oakleaf hydrangeas are turning green and will kick in their massive dangling white blooms in mid to late April. Crapemyrtles are planted everywhere on the property. In back our flowering peach trees, our flowering ornamental cherry trees, with a traditional cherry tree nuged just in front of tthe those trees to add a sense of triangular symmetry. It is stunningwhen they all hit peak bloom. Absolutely breathtaking.
For an extra Southern Living touch I planted two magnolias for my wife and two Chaste Trees….lavendar and white blooms.
On our mini-ranch there will be landscape color just prior to the week before Thanksgiving when our red maples drop their deep red-orange leaves.
Our thirty or so wild turkeys are in full color and in full mating ritual season.
Their open perversion is almost as captivating as Trump describing his yearnings for his oldest daughter. You fake Trump Christians are genuinely something…that’s for certain.
Plus, add to the mix…a butterfly garden and a bluebird hotel. The covenants out here actually our lot and two others to have horses. MJ has been thinking to himself once Dr. Showwalter gives MJ the final fist pump… MJ might just one day ride his horse onto the ranch and tie him up near the coy pond. I’m sure that would play huge for the wife as she’s already wearing a self-made T-shirt which reads: YOU WEAR ME OUT.
When my wife decided to leave Auburn and come back to godforsaken Oklahoma…part of the deal was we’d have a place like the mini-ranch with that Southern feel to it. We love the mini-ranch. The Trump racist nationalists….not as much. We just hope at some point we won’t have to exit in the middle of the night like the Von Trapp family’s escape in the Sound of Music from Austria. That would suck.
Basketball and fishing…MJ’s cup runneth over. I’ll be attending all sessions at the OU womens’ regional in Norman this week-end, and hope OU’s men plays well versus UConn this evening.
Life is better than good. Only one more chemo infusion next Tuesday and MJ will have completed the gauntlet. And, btw…MJ in his last two three mile bike rides on the terrain bike has set new time records each time.
We’ll be on various Florida beaches in April to celebrate.
Life is better than good.
In honor of my Southern wife… I thought a song from my favorite Southern band would be the right touch today.
Take time to smell the flowers…seriously.
MJ, the Oklahoma Oracle.
I figured as low as the bar is set in Oklahoma…self- proclamation of oracle status isn’t over the top by any means.
MJ