Fifteen degrees is all we have here in southeast Ohio. Snow on the ground, too, that is the light and fluffy kind. No melting yet.
As I ponder this year's activities, I plan how I am going to trim what was supposed to be a Bartlett Pear tree. I can't wait to get started on that project, although, a good plan is actually a start.
I got the tree from Walmart and it was labelled Bartlett, but I don't think it was a Bartlett Pear. I had been wondering why the two Bartlett Pear trees I had previously had not leafed as red as this one in the Fall. We had tiny Asian pears this year. These were smaller than Crab Apples, so I'm calling it a proto-Asian Pear root. You see, all the limbs died off after I planted it under some Black Walnut trees. Bartlett doesn't mind the poisons that Black Walnuts produce constantly.
I let the root grow big -- as tall as the house -- but the fruit is only good for the squirrels and birds.
Now, the cats depend on that tree to get them away from the dogs, foxes, and coywolves that we have around here. So, instead of cutting the tree off at 30 inches high and grafting to its top, I will cut the branches off at the point the cats stop using them, and graft to the branches. I should be able to get 30 or 40 grafts onto this proto-Asian Pear, but this time they will be Bartlett grafts.