Saturday, October 26, 2019
Still No Frost
Global warming is happening right here in my garden, in my yard. I used to bring houseplants indoors on Labor Day. Last year, the first frost came in mid-October. This year, it will be November.
Oh, there have been some close calls. It was 33 degrees when i woke up one morning last week. By 7 a.m., the thermometer said 32 degrees. The rain on the outdoor table had turned to ice. But the dahlias were still blooming.
My neighbor's garden, downhill and about 100 feet lower in elevation than mine, was frosted in mid-October.
Aging is like being on a battlefield. People (or plants) are dying all around you, and you are still standing. You don't know why.
Gratitude for the life--and death--that is all around me.