It is going to frost tonight.
I have planted my garden, I have put various delicate and gentle flowers into various beds, and I have moved all the heavy pots to the porch. I did this last weekend.
And it is going to frost tonight.
My roses have their *second* set of shoots on them, the first set having been frozen off last month.
And it is going to freakin’ FROST tonight.
Is it not April? Am I not yet permitted to see the END of this godforsaken, crappy winter?
Grumble, mason jars, whine, mulch, simper, cold frame, grouse.
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