Last week, I officially declared winter gone. Not only gone but that it had never arrived. We had passed through winter with not one overnight freeze.
The Goddess cursed my arrogance.
Though most of March still sits in official winter, usually when we see the first of this month we are home free, sailing toward sultry Springtime.
Overnight freezes are common here in winter. Yet this season we had not suffered even one — a first, I believe, in my 13 years on the mountaintop.
But … ye gads!
As we lay under the goose-down comforter this morning looking at the window with the curtains closed, the datura tree presented a Rorschach test.
And out in the yard, the birdbath was frozen over, and yesterday’s green fronds of the banana trees hung limp and toasted. Curses!
Later this week* we’re going on a tropical vacation, our 11th anniversary. There will be no freezes there. The banana fronds and palms will be good and green. There will be Panama hats, guayaberas and sweat.
Later this morning, we tossed aside the down comforter and opened the curtains. Not too bad. By 10:30, it was 60 degrees outside. Freezes never last in daylight here, but that’s no consolation to the banana trees.
* Plans changed. No tropical trip just yet.