Oh the fickle ways of Mother Nature.
Just when we thought it safe to settle into our increasingly warmer days of Spring, being wooed by the sights of the myriad flowering plants greeting us at every home improvement store from Atlanta to Dallas, sadly and ominously something wicked this way comes.
Oh say it ain’t so Al Roker!
Save us Willard Scott!!
Freeze warning tonight.
Predicted low. . . 30 dreaded degrees.
Henny Penny the sky is indeed falling and so is my mood.
“Cover those tender plants” is the new mantra of all Southern weathermen.
Are you freaking kidding me?!
Cover an entire walkway?
Cover planters, containers, entire gardens????
Yes we shall.
We simply have no choice.
No we’ve not lost our minds nor given ourselves over to some new eco-fad. We simply take our tender Spring vegetation and blooms quite seriously. We’ll cover every new sprout, tender blade of grass, bud, bloom and blossom by George.
Be gone Winter, be gone we say!!
This is our rally cry, this is our song.
As God is my witness, we will have blooming tomatoes in just another month!!!
And just so you know, if you happen to be from out of town and find yourself driving around in north Georgia tomorrow morning. . .don’t panic if you see a landscape eerily veiled in sheets, plastic and tarps. I’m not taking a little ol garbage bag plastic—I’m talking rolls of the stuff. And did you know there has even been mention of the “S” word for Tennessee and North Carolina!!
Katy bar the door, ’cause now,
all fingers and toes are tightly crossed!
I’ve got to run, for there’s plastic to be ‘a spreading