Saturday, November 1, 2008
Living above the frost line means - no frost up here on the mountain as yet. Each night, the weatherman predicts below freezing temperatures. I look out the next morning on flowers in full bloom. Yes, it even snowed last Tuesday. Snowflakes rested for a few minutes on fuchsia sourwood leaves. The Knock Out Roses were happy to get a drink, and not one of their blossoms withered from the snow. The butterfly bushes, blooming since spring, are still sending up their cones of color.
Yes, yes. I know the hard freeze will come, but until then, maybe through Thanksgiving, perhaps into the first week of December, I shall have flowers blooming in my garden, and I shall have finished poems on my clipboard. That is what it means to live above the frost line. It means that in this special dwelling place we get extended growing time.