With all the microclimates around here, no matter what the weather sites say, after a really cold night you wait for the frost on the awning roof to start dripping down before you uncover the mango tree in the morning. That, and, somehow I just didn’t want to go out there this morning. But it had to be done. Be careful.
The top frost layer still had a bit of crispy crunchy glittery to it and I could feel the last ice crystals breaking as I pulled it off the lower layer.
Which was dry and felt cool rather than cold. Those old incandescent Christmas lights underneath are still doing their job.
But the top layer was heavy with liquid in whatever form, and I was putting my whole body into dragging it away from the mango to where it could dry out.
As I told Richard, my instant thought was Don’tfalldon’tfalldon’tfall as I tried to right myself in time.
And then you fell, he said, reasonably.
My back bounced off that vertical piece of the raised bed. But it wasn’t my head!
Ice. Immediately.
He was right, and I did, and I was a lot better off for it.
Mostly.
After dinner I said, I don’t see how I could have broken it.
Is the pain more localized now? he asked.
I wiggled my foot a bit. Actually, no, more diffuse, which makes more sense anyway because it was a twist not a smack.
Broken bones localize.
Yeah. Um, yay.
I found my old ankle brace but it’s still tough getting around. Elevate. Which means the UFO 1×1-stitch-switching intarsia hat that is a joy to give but a pain to make is now almost done. Yay!
Looks like four more nights of frost warnings coming up and then hopefully we’ll be done with that till, I dunno, maybe Thanksgiving?