Mother Nature Plays A Joke

I should have known better.

Here I was bragging away at how everything down in the South was blooming and pretty, after a week of temperatures in the seventies and eighties, and tonight we have a frost warning.

The First Sergeant, knowing I was chomping at the bit to buy the porch ferns, made the trip to our local Farmer's Co-operative and bought four of the prettiest, greenest Boston Ferns yesterday, tonight they lay on the garage floor.

I'll baby and feed them, until the weather breaks, at which time they'll take their turn hanging from the front porch, as all others, gone before, have.

Mother Nature and I, have to talk.

Nesting Season

A bitter-cold night, ground laden with a hoar frost.

The kind of evening that lends itself to staying indoors, finishing the Christmas cards, and watching old movies on the television.

A time to nest.