It was 36 degrees when I woke up this morning. I don’t think the basil I had outside (yet to be planted out) was too thrilled. Or, probably, my pineapple. I’d been keeping that as a houseplant, but it was getting much too big for my tiny room, so I’m going to give it away. I had thought that, seeing as it was up in the 90’s several times already, that I could put it outside without too much worry. Well, I should have guessed it was going to get chilly. It’s Murphy’s law. Despite the low temperatures this morning, it’s up to 80 now. I tell you, if I really followed the advice on the back of the seed packets and waited to plant things out until “night temperatures remained above 60 degrees” I wouldn’t plant anything out until the middle of August–things would have their perfect weather for about 2.6 weeks.
Now, the digging and dividing of perennials, the general autumn cleanup and the planting of spring bulbs are all an act of faith. One carries on before the altar of delayed gratification, until the ground freezes and you can’t do any more other than refill the bird feeder and gaze through the window, waiting for the snow. . . . Meanwhile, it helps to think of yourself as a pear tree or a tulip. You will blossom spectacularly in the spring, but only after the required period of chilling.
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