I'm feeling very sad. Bummer!
For one thing it's January and I always feel sad during this time of year, but NOW it's warm, we haven't had but a few days of winterlike conditions all season, but I know it's coming and many of my valued plants are killing themselves, by trying to bloom at the wrong time of year. I have twenty seven buddleia, five hydrangea, seventeen flowering trees and thousands of spring flowering bulbs in my yard. Many other things, too, but those are the ones that are confused and fragile in the instance of sudden freeze. I've been out a lot this morning trying to assess their chances and it doesn't look good with so much winter yet to come, surely it will come and it will leave destruction behind, because the plants are supposed to be dormant during the depth of winter's freeze.
The trees will survive, but not spring's uplifting display of color, the buddleia roots will survive, but not the massive upper growth I've cultivated over the years and trained into huge specimens, hydrangea will also lose its upper growth, along with this year's blooms, but the flowering bulbs are history. Some of the not-yet-flowering, juvenile bulbs, which naturally split-off from the parent bulbs, will live on to bloom again some day, but the spectacle of beauty which marks spring's arrival and the end of winter's unhappy despondency will not happen for me, this year.
When winter comes it will bring bring death to much my work. I feel myself stagnating in hopelessness. "Bummer" just doesn't say enough.
