May 9th, 2007
Before yesterday, my experience with the desert was largely limited to 1960s and 70s television episodes of Big Valley, Ponderosa and Wild, Wild West. The desert was bleak, lifeless and, most of all, BROWN.
So here in Phoenix, I had no idea what to expect at the Desert Botanical Garden.
I had focus groups last night, so I decided to get an early start to the day and arrived there at 8 a.m. It turned out to be a smart move because by the time I left at noon, the temperature was 96 degrees!
I am still toying with the idea of posting a photo of myself from the trip. I cut quite a fine figure.
I’ll start at the bottom and work my way up with a quick description. Sneakers. Waders (cropped pants). Brown tank top. Binoculars. Bird guide. Desert guide. Camera. Floppy hat. I was a sight to behold and no doubt looked like the photos you see of avid birders. In fact, the birders I encountered at the garden seemed to take me as one of their own with little insider chit chat. I, of course, just nodded knowingly at whatever the were saying.
There is so much to report I can’t spill it all right now. But I will say that I was in awe the whole time I was there. I was amazed at the variety and the beauty. There were so many FLOWERS everywhere. And the plants are so very clever at surviving in a hostile environment!
I took 100 photos. No, I don’t intend to post them all. But I will be posting more into the photo gallery as I figure out what they all are.
A few I’ll post here include a Gila Woodpecker I found nesting in the hollow of an old saguaro cactus and an octupus cactus.
I head to Memphis next where I plant to visit Graceland and some other historic points of interest. Oh, and I have work to do. Drat.
Posted In: Travel
May 6th, 2007
“Eeeep…!!!”
I stopped myself and managed a little cough. It was none of my business. Besides, who am I anyway to be giving advice on beetles?
The clerk obligingly directed the shopper to a large and colorful display that explains why these hideously ugly traps pop up like weeds on the lawns of ambitious homeowners.
The idea with these traps is that the odor of the female virgin beetle implanted on a disk hovering over a plastic bag on a stick convinces all the other beetles to fly into the bag from which there is no escape. It’s kinda like their own Hotel California. They can check out but they can never leave.
Actually, the traps work amazingly well if you get your jollies by collecting a bag of beetles. They do, indeed, fly right into that bag and stay there.
But if your goal instead is to protect your plants from the beetle invasion, the traps don’t work one whit. Instead of protecting the plants they attract even MORE beetles to your yard where most of them stop for a handy plant snack on the way. Countless university researchers have demonstrated that only highly strategic use of the bags, which most homeowners, especially those with neighbors, can’t manage.
Around here the beetles show up with alarming predictability on June 1. I don’t know if they coordinate their emergence from under my lawn for that date or if I’m just particularly alert then, but that’s when I suddenly see LOTS of Japanese Beetles.
So if traps are out of the question, what’s a gardener to do?
Well, of course, there’s always the nuclear approach of spraying chemicals. But what if you’re like me and are worried about the birds, bees and other critters that could suffer collateral damage?
The experts (who, by the way, seem to have quite a lot of time on their hands) suggest a strategy of “hand picking.” That means you go out there every day, pick the beetles off the bushes and drop them into a bucket of soapy water, thereby committing beetle genocide with your own bare hands.
I have to admit that as satisfying as this sounds, in the past this strategy has not worked for me. What is one person with just two hands against THOUSANDS of beetles? Not to mention the fact that I’m totally creeped out by touching bugs. But in reading more about hand picking in preparation for the impending invasion, I see there is a method to the madness.
The idea is that if you can get out there early enough and frequently enough, you can minimize the damage. See, beetles and beetle damage beget more beetles and beetle damage. Once the beasties get a start on the bushes, other beetles come to join the feast. If you can stop them in the first place—or at least minimize them—then fewer beetles will be motivated to join them.
Of course, that still supposes that you have time on your hands to go out every single cotton pickin’ day to pick bugs.
Nevertheless, I figure I’ll give it a try. I can always fall back on the organic insecticidal soaps and other home remedies I’ve been reading about. In the meantime, I will continue to squelch the urge to lecture strangers about the beetle bags. But I will still hold forth among my pals on the subject, cause "Friends don’t let friends use beetle bags."
Posted In: Gardening