Winter wonderland segues into tropical mess
The other day we woke to the frost covering the grass along the bayou. A swan fled City Park and came to the bayou where it’s a little warmer. The pelicans were in the tree in the park tucked into a football size feather pods. Everywhere you looked there was a sign that winter had happened here, in New Orleans, where it usually doesn’t.
But today, as the temperatures rose and the sun came out in all its glory and we restored the perfect temperature to New Orleans, the sad reality is that the ginger died, the bougainvillea froze, the banana trees melted, the perfect pansies and cyclamens liquified. Sad news for our gardens.
And guess what – I bet nary a roach died.