Only yesterday I said “It does not get more wintry than this.” Well, it does. Minus 3.8 degrees when we woke up this morning – and that was after, shall we say, some hibernation. When I ducked outside, what a wonderland.
I don’t rush out and cover up frost-tender plants (goodbye pink vireya, goodbye Poor Knights Lily that apparently flowers only once in seven years). There are so many plants that are happy in this climate, that only the survivors get to stay.