Warm weather wimp. That's what I am these days. I used to be a cold weather tough guy, but 40 years of California living have made me forget what ice and frost look like. We knew cold weather was coming for a few days, so I was able to build a makeshift greenhouse for the hibiscus and orchids that I value more than my annuals. I left them to fend for themselves. They weren't happy. The petunia on the right might come back, but the cylcamen and impatiens are going to die a slimy, stem-dissolving-into-mush death. It's a messy part of gardening, cleaning up after nature's little tantrums, but it gives me a chance to redo some planters that were getting a little long in the tooth.
Our flying friends are probably feeling it this morning as well. Most of the hummingbirds are in Mexico for the winter, but we have our share of Anna's that winter here. For them, the finches, robins, and other birds that have been enjoying our garden, we can offer them a very cold bath this morning...after the ice melts. We've had thin ice before, but I don't recall the rippled, ridged ice that reminds me of the Arctic.
Damn, it's cold. Not Minnesota cold or anything harsh like that, but cold for here. Just ask my petunias and birds.
Christine, aren't hummers fun? I love their brilliant color. It's interesting to watch how bold the males are at fighting off other hummers trying to interfere with their feeders.
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