There was really nothing that could hold back that last punch from a northern Arctic blast. It was powerful enough to push its way this far south (and farther) and hang around for a while.
That spell of cold, wintery air translated to 11 straight days of temps under 60 degrees. The closest thing to that record was over 50 years ago, in 1956, when that happened for 7 straight days.
Is there anything really that has more say-so than Mother Nature when it comes to the elements that affect our gardens!
And no matter the efforts made to combat those elements, there isn't a thing we can do about most of them.
Despite all the efforts and positive thoughts and energy directed toward the most favorable outcome ... the results of the record-breaking January days are pretty bleak at Hoe and Shovel.
With two mornings dipping down to 26 and 27 degrees for a few hours really it’s a wonder every single plant didn’t gasp its last green breath.
I’ll spare you the whining.
AND the parade of pitiful plant photos.
There are many. Pitiful plants, that is.
Oh, I feel like whining. Believe me. But it absolutely won’t change a thing so no indulging tolerated where whining is concerned.
I do love “my Florida” regardless of the risks our weather conditions bring with winter’s fickle season.
It is getting back to normal around here and that means full days of abundant sunshine and clear blue skies along with typically mild temperatures. Even a couple of lonely butterflies added some much needed color to the garden in the soft sunlight as it warmed up today.
Leisure time in the garden is in order while we chomp at the bit for a few weeks ready to start pruning away all the damage. Well, maybe not exactly leisure ... but for the rest of this week anyway we'll take a break from the usual duties.
Marking off another large area of lawn with visions for a mostly naturalistic planting. A project slated to start next week will keep me busy while waiting to cut back the winter-ravaged plants.
Meanwhile, along with my best helper and garden enthusiast, we packed up our lunch, tossed a blanket on the grass in the shade and ate our lunch outside today.
Our entertainment mostly from the flurry of birdie activity. So much going on at the feeders, in the trees and even on the ground where the robins have been flocking for the berries they drop out of the camphor trees.
And, of course, entertainment from the wee one’s fascination with every stick, rock, bucket, shovel, dirt, water, bird bath and anything else his adventurous mind can find to pile, dig, collect, kick, throw, touch, handle and generally let his wondrous imagination run wild with.
It was a beautiful day regardless of the condition of the garden.
Gardening is always full of surprises.
Some good. Some bad.
This winter so far has been challenging like none other in recent memory.
But as sure as winter’s fury has visited so spring will soon come.