That last primrose may be a goner.
Note to self: chives still viable for next year. Do not discard.
How are the chickens? Um… I’m not really sure.
I followed chilisweet’s suggestion to, quote, “tarp the hell out of it.” Makes it a little hard to check on them, though.
Today when I walked past to do my laundry next door I nudged the frozen tarp with the toe of my shoe. This set off a brief flurry of startled clucking that made me smile.
Looks like they’re doing alright. I had to climb in there and swap out their water this afternoon, because it had frozen. It was surprisingly cozy under those tarps.
Not cozy: this morning.
I try to look on the positive side. On the positive side, I had no idea how cold my house had gotten until I actually got out of bed this morning.
The art of creating a stack of blankets is much like the art of dressing in layers. And with two purring cats curled up beneath the blankets beside me, the three of us were just toasty warm and ridiculously cozy.
Which is why I was a little startled when I finally crawled out of bed and found that it was 42 degrees… inside. (FYI, that is a little too warm for storing meat and other perishable items.)