Despite reports of frozen vegetation everywhere around me, and of temperatures that hovered around 20 degrees for too long, nothing in my yard was nipped last Friday. Strangely, gardeners I know who were just a couple miles south of me had frozen veggies, mainly tomatoes, peppers and other more sensitive things. I was in Houston for the holiday, and couldn’t have done anything about my plants, so when things froze there, I figured my yard was a goner. I was worried about the 50-plus onions I’d planted, specifically. But no harm came.
Not that freezing is such a bad thing. I actually look forward to it every year. It’s a chance to reset, and to remove the plants that just don’t work. I like to think that if I can plant a specific plant, and that it will survive the psychotic winters of the Texas Hill Country, then it was meant to be in my yard.
Another reason I look forward to a good, hard freeze is the art wrought by the frostweed (verbesina virginica). Magical.