
There’s finally been some warm weather here. After weeks of what in my admittedly biased view has been unseasonably cool weather (nights of 33 degrees), the last couple of days have been in the 80’s. These temperatures mean that spring is truly here. In Albuquerque, that means also that the winds have come.
This is a particularly trying time for plants, who, in their excitement over the arrival of warmer weather, have put forth an abundance of fresh lush growth. This tender verdue is particularly susceptible to the dehydrating effects of 30 mph winds at 85 degrees (gusts up to 40), and even more so when these warm dry winds occur suddenly after a period of chilly weather. But that is the norm here. This isn’t the climate for a balmy spring. There are no gentle rains and consistently moderate temperatures. Spring here comes in a bang, a hairdryer blast warming the walk-in freezer. It can just as suddenly change again, and there can be a bit of snow or hail, and freezing temperatures for a couple of nights.
It is the wind at least as much as the temperature fluctuations that demonstrate the sturdy nature of native plants. These plants have been hesitant to put out new growth and this growth is tough, rigid even, while the non-native plants have been bursting forth with succulence. Of course this is a generality. The penstemon have been growing with a plumpness that belies the dryness of the ground (just how do they suck that much moisture out of the ground?). Similarly the dock’s fleshy leaves bursting forth from the deep root. Although the “garden perennials” put forth a burst of growth that is particularly pleasing to the desperate eyes of the green-starved, this growth wilts and edges brown under the relentless onslaught of the wind. Flower drop or are torn to shreds. Fleshy stems simply snap. The plants need irrigation immediately during the winds, or show displeasure by looking poorly or even dying. They can not wait for the next rains (which might not be until August), like the native plants can. Penstemon flowers are rigid enough to tolerate the dessicating winds, and the foliage has a waxy coating. Fragile Apache Plume flowers only last a day anyway. Chocolate flowers close. Many native plants just wait until spring is well underway, and the winds have died down before blooming.
But waiting is not one of the strengths of the gardener who longs for growth after the barrenness of winter. The penstemons and early cacti are a saving grace. But I’ll still have to have my tiny irrigated patch. My nosy neighbor comments, “I don’t know what you are doing out there, but I see you standing in your yard, looking, just looking and looking...” And that alone, indeed, is the pleasure of it all.



































