My friends in the cold Northeast and Canada probably think 28 degrees above zero is a warm day. But here in South-Central Texas, that's hibernating-cold. Made worse because last week, we gardened in t-shirts on a 70 degree day. I'm guessing a 42 degree downswing would be something to talk about in New England too.
When Denny built our backyard waterfall for my birthday a few years ago, the best birthday present I've ever received, the pump salesperson said don't worry about the cold, just leave it running and the circulating water will keep it from freezing. And there is still some water running...
The weatherman says we'll get some hours above freezing today. I expect the ice will melt before the harder freeze he says is coming tonight.
I'm refusing to worry. That doesn't mean I'm stuffing it to one side of my brain to smolder like a lit cigarette tossed by the side of the road on the way to starting a forest fire.
I'm tired of being fraught over things I can't control. One of my non-resolutions this year, more like an aha change in attitude, is to be kinder to myself. Quit expecting perfection. Accept and adapt to what comes. Do the best I can and then rest.
Garden and waterfall last September.