Bugger! It's Cold Outside.

Jack Frost nipping at my Dianthus
Rather cold for the lowlands of Northern California. Winter night temperatures here only touch 32 degrees a couple of nights per each year. This year our nights are hoovering around 27 degrees. There were several inches of snow in the lower foothills - make that, foot rises - and as ought to be expected many lost electricity, water and the like.

Here at the Gulag Garden, I woke late, that is 8AM, and went out to release the chickens from their house. Everything was under a thick coat of hoarfrost. I am most concerned that my little Galactic Star Daffodils may have taken a hit. The poor things had thought spring was in the offing so they began sprouting. Wonder if there is a patron saint for daffodils¹?

My poor little Operetta Rosebuds are ice princesses!
My single Swiss Chard plant was flash frozen
help from any Jolly Green Giants, unnecessary

I think the thing to do, for those with the means, is to wrap plants or bring them inside. Mine are just fending for themselves. I dragged a few under the patio where the temperature is a bit higher, but being home suffering from yet another intestinal flu, I'm not about to romp around in the cold, coddling plants. Translation: there is always spring and what the heck - the garden needs a bit of a cleaning out anyway.

¹...yes! Saint Francis of Assis, patron saint of gardens, animals and the environment. Dear St Fransis, please watch over my poor daffodils & my garden in general. Amen.