Above, pre-clean up, yesterday. I tossed the yellow parsley and snipped all the dead from the strawberries, which are the messiest three pots in the front row. Soon I must divide them - perhaps Nora over on the other rooftop would like some. Do I root prune the fig this year? Last year's performance was relatively dismal in terms of fruit - several dozen, as opposed to 2010's 100-plus. But I root-pruned it both years. Perhaps last year it was simply resting.
After threatening her with eviction for a couple of years, I am removing Pat Austin from the terrace. See the black in the middle of the big canes? Tsk. I feel sorry about it, but she never did well in the hot months, and now I have an added excuse to go rose shopping, which I will do online at David Austin. I'm thinking of deep, blackish red: Munstead, reputed to be strongly fragrant (essential) and to perform well in hot, humid summers. I never did like the name Pat Austin for a rose. As lovely as the real lady (David's wife) may have been, I kept having visions of a rigid, hair sprayed up-do in sensible shoes driving a wide American jalopy into a strip mall parking lot. It was disconcerting.
On the roof the Lacinato kale is still going strong. The leaves are small and tough but sweet. The parsnips, on the other hand, now resemble...parsnips! Nice and long and white and carroty. I'll leave them in a bit and see what happens. Am I supposed to let them make new leaves, or should they be pulled now? It's my first time with parsnips.
So, roses to choose. I'm considering a standard, too, but would then have to move the beautiful clematis. And seeds to think about. The weather continues to perplex. In the middle of February, it is lovely spring day.