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Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day - February 2022

Bloom Day in February finds only a scarcity of blooms in my zone 9a southeast Texas garden.  We've had an exceptionally cold (for us) and an exceptionally extended (for us) winter and it has kept many of the plants that would normally be flowering at this time of year in their long seasonal sleep. There are a few pansies about, of course. 







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The Carolina jessamine is blooming but even it is not as full of blooms as it usually is. It has lots of buds and when we do finally get a few warmer days, I'm sure they will be opening.



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There are some wild oxalis blooms among the grass of the lawn.



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The white yarrow offers its blossoms.





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The pink dianthus has recently been in bloom and will be again soon. But just now, nada.


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I do have some Valentine's Day blooms courtesy of my thoughtful son-in-law.



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And the garden has a bit of color from my goldfish, lounging among the bubbles from the aeration by their pond's pump.


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I can always depend on the "blooms" of my bottle tree!


But for now, the garden is still resting and mostly bloomless. Perhaps it will begin to wake up in March. In the meantime, happy gardening and happy Bloom Day.

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  1. Pam's English GardenFebruary 15, 2022 at 8:38 PM

    You have more blooms than me, Dorothy. (And why did I think you lived in Florida?) Happy Bloom Day, P. x

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    1. Dorothy BordersFebruary 15, 2022 at 9:09 PM

      This winter just goes on and on. Most unusual for our neck of the woods.

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  2. David M. Gascoigne,February 16, 2022 at 6:06 AM

    I am quite happy to see these early spring flowers, Dorothy. It reminds those of us still in the grip of winter of what is soon to come.

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    1. Dorothy BordersFebruary 16, 2022 at 8:29 AM

      It's nice to see any colors except gray and brown at this time of year.

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  3. Deb Nance at ReaderbuzzFebruary 18, 2022 at 11:15 AM

    We are just starting to see some wild blooms when we go on our weekly walk to monitor butterflies. The freezes and the cold weather this year has slowed my usual flowers from blooming, too.

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    1. Dorothy BordersFebruary 18, 2022 at 11:28 AM

      My garden is still mostly brown and I think I'm going to have to add or replace some plants in the next few weeks. That is, if I want to have any color.

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  4. The Butterfly ReaderFebruary 20, 2022 at 11:57 AM

    It's been weird weather for us too. It will get warm for a few days (near 70) and I'll see a few blooms and then it gets super cold again (we're going to have an ice storm this week). The poor flowers and even the bees here are so confused.

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    1. Dorothy BordersFebruary 20, 2022 at 4:29 PM

      The weather at this time of year is just very changeable and unpredictable.

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