With the temperatures falling into the lower reaches of the Zone 7 range, I worry about my plants.
I worry about the new ones, the ones I haven’t learned enough about yet, the one that my not be established sufficiently to withstand this cold.
I worry about my plants in the greenhouse. Are they warm enough? Do the 2 sheets blanketing them actually make a difference? Am I going to loose treasure ones?
As I was flipping through the pages of a seed catalog, it seemed unreal. These plants couldn’t really grow. It’s not possible. Spring, at this point, is just an impossible dream.
Right now, I feel incapable of making a garden. Winter does that to me. It taunts me, laughing at the hopes I have for a beautiful garden.
Moving through the cold and wind, I feel numb. Not only my fingers and my face, but my very soul. I long for the warmth to return and I ache to be able to once again work in my garden.
Have a beautiful day!
P.S. Just so you don't worry, all the plants pictures above should be just fine.
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