The Heartbreak of Fritillaria (Reports on the Freeze)

This sudden shift in the air temps lets one know that something is coming and as history has proven there is damn little one can do except mist your flowers, cover what you are able and then hope in the AM it is not as bad as predicted.

It is still quite early and already we have been up since 6 AM moving about like Shakers in the morning dawn doing the final steps of what was begun last night.

So with frozen fingers and petals to match, I want to offer up a few images of this AM.

And the jury is still out on the showy fritillaria. (It was hit, but it may survive.)

Third Time's A Charm

My Angels Trumpet plant is on its third round of blooms this season and it is an amazing round.

The scent is heady and can only be smelled in the evening hours. The blooms go from white to apricot.

If memory serves, this is the third year I have had this plant in my garden.

Michael will not be happy in a month since he has to perform the fall prep work (again) and it will involve digging up this huge plant. But it is worth it to see this beauty improve each year.

Enjoy the view.