The First Real Taste of Winter
I was taken by surprise last night as the lowest temperatures of the season moved into our area. An avid weather watcher, I am usually on top of such things, like the plummeting mercury, but this first round of biting cold snuck up on me. I knew it was cold outside, as I tended to some chores this past Sunday, running the trash to the dumps, setting up our Christmas tree, but it wasn't until later that evening when I let the dog out did I feel just how bitter it had become. I hastily pulled the last 'cold tolerant' tropical plants, a fan palm, a loquat, and a perennial passiflora, from the patio and into the mud room, hoping that would be protection enough. At this point, they were already frozen solid.