Every year I tell myself that I am going to have my shit together and have my plants put away and protected before the first frost comes. Those plans alternate between constructing a greenhouse from all the storm windows I have scavenged off of other people's trash piles and just biting the bullet and buying a small one I could stick in my driveway (the only really flat, unused place in my yard) or on my little patio (where normally I have 4 chairs cramped in). What happens instead is that I drag in dozens of potted plants, including several trees, and they suffer through the winter in my living room.
We all know where this is going.
The last two nights have been the first frosts of the year. And my plants sit, huddled up against the front and back porch, wrapped in old blankets and sheets.
If anyone asks, I'm saying they are ghosts.
Posted by binky at October 30, 2007 10:09 AM | TrackBack | Posted to Gardening