It sleeted and snowed off and on yesterday evening and into the night, but there wasn't much snow on the ground when I woke up. It didn't stick. The wind was raging. A perfectly good sun shiny day was totally useless because the wind chilly was unbearable.
I attempted to do some editing as it approached forty degrees and lasted about half an hour. It was too cold to concentrate.
It was thirty when I woke up and dropped to twenty eight when it should have begun warming. We have done that kind of cold before and nothing happened. This time there was some minor frost bite. The native wild flowers seemed to be the most affected.
I don't know if it was the cold, the vicious wind or the combination. Something went wrong.
And yet things I would have expected to be toast looked just fine. Even the Japanese Maples that had broken bud looked pretty good.
I expect the trilliums to survive a minor blast of cold. I have seen trilliums freeze in a long lasting low twenties cold. That is what is on tap for tonight. It is thirty three degrees at sunset. We are off to a bad start.
The wind calmed during the day. Now the wind must die. I want my inversion. The warm air must rise.
There have been plenty of times I have woken to warmer temperatures than when I went to bed. Let this be one of those nights. The minor frost bite I saw today will be magnified many times over if it lingers in the mid to low twenties for any length of time. I'd prefer that not happen.
The wind must die.
No matter what happens the garden will grow on. The chores of a spring garden will continue. It's time I found a table and chairs for the finished basement patio. I expect to be setting outside and admiring things in no time.