My daughter and her family who live about 10 miles north of us had bunked up with us for the night because the electricity in their entire neighborhood went out. With a baby in tow it was a good idea for them to keep warm at our house. After breakfast and after the guys headed to work we bundled up and headed outside together.My neighbor to the north (whom I never mention in this blog because I'm pretty certain he possesses no desire to garden since he barely keeps his lawn mowed in the summer-- but that's a whole other story) must have left his irrigation running during the night.
The night I was prepping-- it had turned dark outside when I remembered the two fire bush shrubs way back in the back of my yard. I was out of drapes. I rummaged around and found two old Christmas table cloths and wrapped them up at the last. They did okay. A few burnt and wilty edges but nothing to cry about.
In the midst of the oak trees in the front, I didn't cover the Begonias. I thought for sure they would die. Not even a tinge on these but several of the same variety and the Angel Wings in the backyard did get bitten.
Ixora is quite sensitive to cold so it lives on the south side. Remarkably it still has some struggling blooms and only some of the tips were burned by the cold.
The Pentas didn't get a blanket and I knew they would perish. There are just too many of them to cover and I had to make choices. The Pentas under the oak trees survived. These out in the open show the worst damage but didn't freeze to the ground. I always prune these severely in the spring anyway. I'll just have to look at them with the "uglies" until then.
The Glory Bower-- not covered --but underneathe the oak canopy bent over about half way down. These nearly year-long bloomers are extremely hardy in warm weather. I'm not too concerned about them-- they will spring back to life once they get a good trimming in the spring.
All the little birdies seemed to love the 55 degree temp and brisk winds yesterday. I was very distracted during clean-up yesterday by all the activity on the feeders. It is so peaceful hearing the sweet sing-songs of the small birds around these days. The challenge of getting close enough to capture them can sidetrack me quite easily.