There is a bit of celebratory dancing in the loft this morning as I have discovered life after Frozen in Fort Worth.
I did not pull any plants out of the greenhouse until after the storm. Later, I did manage to bring inside my Brazilian orchid and a heirloom crinum knowing they would be the most difficult to replace. I did not have much hope knowing the amount of cold they had suffered.
In this pot of scavenged bulbs from the frozen carnage of the greenhouse are awakening daylillies and cannas. If only this big brown crinum bulb would show a little life, my little rustled treasure. I keep squeezing it like buying an avocado -- still firm, not too mushy. As any good gardener, I still have hope.