Frozen

Well I think it is official, I am a southerner, at least in terms of my tolerance for cold goes.  I remember the first few years after moving here I would laugh at the people that acted like they were in the arctic if the temperature dipped below 65 degrees.  My co-workers would stare at me in disbelief if I came walking in the door with no coat when it was 60 degrees outside.  Well sometime over the last year or two my blood has thinned or maybe it is just my advancing age, but I am just a wimp when it comes to cold.

When I got home after work it was in the low 50’s.  I wanted to go around and cover up a bunch of the smaller plants with empty pots and bins we had in the shed.  I put on an insulated sweatshirt and zipped it all the way up.  It had a hood and I pulled that up over my head as well.  I was fricking freezing.  To be fair there was a steady wind blowing that added to the discomfort.  So I covered up what I could and took most of the potted plants we had and put them inside the shed for safe keeping.  Then I set the sprinklers to run overnight starting at 3am.  I don’t know if that was such a great idea after walking outside this morning to 31 degree temperatures.

The area that was hit with sprinklers was encased in ice.  Now in theory, they say that this prevents the temperatures that hit the plant from going below 32 degrees.  I however have a feeling I did more harm than good.  When I took Nicki out this morning she wanted to come right back in.  She didn’t like walking on the crunchy, frozen grass.  Oh well, later today things will warm up and we will see what the damage is.  It got as cold if not colder than the last cold snap we had that wrecked a bunch of our stuff.  Seeing ice in Florida is a surreal sort of thing…

On my phone I found a few pics I snapped on Fremont street in Vegas, nothing awesome but here they are.