Cruel frost and I ache for the plants. Here in Melbourne, Australia we've been promised temperatures in the high twenties, early thirties for the next seven days and it's only spring. Ah the vagaries of nature. We need the poets to help us contain it.
I ache too, Elisabeth. Though I just went outside and the plant's still alive, the leaves near the ground pretty much intact. Twenties and thirties--you must mean centigrade, right? I have to do my conversions!
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