Thirty degrees tonight, twenty-four tomorrow night... At least my fruit trees will get the chill they need.
Shed becomes refugee camps for zonal misfits...
My beloved chard. I harvested a ton today. I have no idea how tender the stuff is, so I decided to pick the large leaves, and heavily mulch the remaining small leaves.
Almost peaceful. Another advantage to growing on trellises and strings -- making these tents was a breeze. I strung Christmas lights up the tomatoes, and added a shop light to keep them warm.
My haunted garden. Bromeliads, gingers, begonias and philodendrons. All of them fairly tender.
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