After the hard freeze of last week, it feels as if Spring has arrived, which of course it hasn't. We had temps in the low twenties late in February, last year.
Goodness knows, there's no need to start planting out tender things and pretending cold is over. There are too many regular chores to do. I'm pruning Boxwoods. Last time I counted, there were sixty-something of them. None have disappeared, and possibly more have rooted. I used to stick pieces of the prunings in the ground everywhere and some would root. I'm trying not to do that now.
There's a huge boxwood by the utility pole in front of the tractor shed that I want to prune into a pom-pon topiary, just because. It's fairly loose and might work well. I'm trying not to go look at the boxwoods on the south side of the lawn behind some big Oakleaf hydrangeas, that could possible be pruned into a horse, or a cow or elephant or something. Meantime, the regular hedges and meatballs need lots of attention, because I failed to prune at the optimal time last year.
The meter reader warned me about watching for wasps. After the hard freezes, I hope they've not come out and started making nests yet. He-who-mows is hauling away the debris everytime I have two tarps full of trimmings, but the cutting is my territory.
When I tire of boxwood, I cut on other things for a while, like the Vitex trees. I vow not to cut them to the ground again as suggested by TAMU, but to keep them limbed up and the tips just snipped.
I've cut down half the Vetiver grass; some clumps will be divided and moved where I think a tall grass would make a good accent. New shoots are already putting out on the vetiver, so the cutting down is slower, trying to save little green shoots.
Lantana needs cutting back. Lantana can become a real thug, but it's a butterfly magnet and tolerates a lot of drought while blooming all summer.
Later I'll think about what to do to the Crape Myrtles and Loropetalums. Roses must be pruned soon, I whacked a branch off a Knockout rose today that always grabs He-who-mows as he rides past, mowing the paths. More roses later. I already hand-picked all the blackspot leaves off two bushes that got infected during the winter. At least the azaleas and camellias can wait until after blooming season is over.