There was light frost damage on my potatoes this morning ( annoying, but not serious, and I know from past experience that they will grow past it).
What is annoying is that frost was not predicted last night, but the night before, when I dutifully covered the potatoes with straw, which I took off... then this happened:
This proves that nature has a nasty streak. Only two of my five plantings of pots had damage. The others were protected enough by nearby fences or shrubs to avoid the sharpest cold. I hilled up and mulched the undamaged blue potato plants, and Sol promptly decided to sit on them. That should keep them warm, at least:
I also took Sol for a long walk in the woods today. I love watching the seasons change in the woods as much as in my garden, and over the years of dog walking in many local woodlands I have learned where and when many wildflowers bloom. Today I was looking for ladyslipper orchids. I found many orchids, but they were all just beginning to uncurl their buds. Then, at the very end of the walk, I saw this outlier in full glorious bloom:
It made me happy. I'll go back there next week to see the rest of the orchids flower.