Pink Firespike (Odontonema strictum)
Photo Taken Half Hour Ago Near My Patio
(Notice very blue sky, and hot, hot sunlight)
I was just watching the news today, and saw the images of the awful blizzard that struck the northeastern part of the country yesterday and over night. My heart goes out to those without power, and who have suffered damages from the storm. I have to say, it seems surreal to be sitting at the table in my shorts and t–shirt, watching the news and trying to imagine how cold it must be up there. The local weather came on immediately afterward and promised that we will have 84 degree temps by Monday. It’s a mere 74 degrees right now, so that’s a ten degree hike in the next day and a half. Frankly, 84 degrees is too hot to suit me, but it’s better than digging out from under a five foot pile of snow, I know, so I’m not going to complain.
I’m actually working in the garden today, pruning back roses that are trying to send up new growth already, and weeding things that normally would die over the winter, but haven’t this year, since we haven’t had a freeze yet. Even my firespike is blooming for the first time in three years. It’s really too tropical for here, and normally freezes right before the buds open every year. Go figger!
Ain’t life strange? I’m sweating, those folks up north are freezing, and still, things go on, for better or worse. It’s left to us to just play the hand we’re dealt, I reckon. So, with that thought in mind, break’s over, and it’s back to the garden for me.