I forgot to mention yesterday that as I typed about the most famous tropical fruit that makes one think of warmth and sunshine, I was actually taking hand-warming breaks to keep my fingers from turning numb with cold.
We froze last night . . . really froze. Many tender things have been damaged. At 9 am there was still frost on the ground! Usually its gone as soon as the sun is up. Usually it doesn't happen at all!
Margie had her camera out, taking pictures of Florida's magic snowy land, and bemoaning the state of the tender vegetables. Even cold-hearty collard greens looked awful, all weighed down with ice and even tinged black in the leaves. To me it looked like total devastation. But, when the sun warmed things up, the leafy greens seemed to pop right up, including the collards and cilantro. Even harvested some and took them to market this afternoon.
I found a bucket half full of water. I looked closely and sure enough, there was ice. I pulled it out in large chunks and ran to show Margie. "Margie! Ice!" She of course had to grab the camera again. "This is crazy!" she exclaimed, taking pictures of me holding an 8th of an inch thick piece of South Florida ice. It really is crazy. I feel right at home, so far from home.
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