By Monday there will be no flowers draping over the open greenhouse door. It has been the latest bloom on the cross vine in my memory.
The window box against the potting shed will be replaced by a box of winter annuals patiently waiting in the wings.
Seeds will be collected from the narrow leaf zinnias that have performed through the hot summer.
All the cactus and succulents and citrus have left their summer homes for the potting shed greenhouse and house.
The anole is wondering what the heck is going on. All his favorite plants have disappeared.
The two large plumerias are inside the house.
And what will become of my lovely papaya tree.Too big to try to cover it will undoubtedly be a shriveled mess by morning. I might try putting a fan underneath it to keep the frost from settling but it will only be a temporary stay. But let me think about that some more.
Only a crazy gardener would try to protect such a plant.