Woke up to a lovely autumn sunrise this morning. The sky was just ablaze. What a great day!
Then I pulled my gaze down to the gardens and -- and sighed.
It's over. Last night the fat lady sang. Thick frost covered everything and the birdbath was frozen. Sparrows hopped onto the ice looking for a drink, frustrated. Records show that the last Spring freeze had been May 17th. That's only 5 short months ago!! Can that be right? Only 5 months?? (Note to self: contact the 'global warming' folks. Maybe someone's missing a decimal point....!)
The thermometer on the deck registered 28F. I'm just not ready for this. The gardens have been dodging the earlier shots Mom Nature took over the past couple of weeks - light frosts and cold wet winds. But there's no denying she scored a direct hit last night.
Even the fabled castor bean plants are not looking good this morning. This week is supposed to 'warm' up with no freezing nights, but I don't think these giants will survive into Indian Summer.
I'd pulled in most of my tender plants last week (geraniums, fuchsias, coleus) but I did leave about a dozen of the zonal geraniums in the ground. In the past they've shown they could take a little frost, and then they bloomed through until November. I hope that's the case this time and that my gamble hasn't cost me some very pretty plants.
The tall castor bean seed pods have not ripened and turned brown. I wonder if I'll be able to save any seed from them after all their splendid summer display. If not, I (and several others hoping for seed) are sure to be dissapointed. Keep your fingers crossed! X