Well, I did get my walls o’ water up, 6 of them, but haven’t put the tomato plants in yet. Still down to the 30’s here at night in the U.P. We put up a small collapsible greenhouse, and I’ve started putting my geraniums out, as well as the peonies on the front porch. I hope to put in a number of pots of other perennials that haven’t started to grow yet due to the cold weather. We’re actually getting some daffodills starting to bloom, and some early tulips are in bud. The chiondoxa and crocuses are still in bloom. And the grass has finally turned green – where it isn’t damaged by plowed up snow and dogs having to do their thing ( we have two). Now I need to prick out my flowering kale and the rest of the tomatoes.
In the end, this may be the most important thing about frost: Frost slows us down. In spring, it tempers our eagerness. In fall, it brings closure and rest. In our gotta-go world–where every nanosecond seems to count–slowness can be a great gift. So rather than see Jack Frost as an adversary, you could choose to greet him as a friend.
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