I've been blogging here for only two years. Even I'm amazed to look back over the three and a half years I've lived here. The changes are incredible. I barely remember some days when I moved wheelbarrows of rock across the yard to edge another new bed. But the proof is out there.
Yesterday saw the last sunset of Fall. It's now officially winter. The days will start getting longer, but the coldest months still lie ahead. January can be vicious. February is brutal. By March, we've gotten some snow and 70 degree days are just around the corner. So there's Christmas and New Year's, President's Day, and Valentine's Day. Then there's my birthday. And it's Spring. 89 days. I can do this.
It appears some plants don't understand the concept of 14 degrees. This passionvine is not supposed to be cold hardy. It's still green.
It's 34 degrees.
Until next time, take care. Stay warm. I'm going to take a bit of a break.