They said it would be a cold one. So far, it has been mainly wet and windy (hence the out of focus), but February sometimes has a sting in the tail here. I think that is what happened in 2013 and that went on and on.
Rose Cubana showed no sign of wanting to go dormant when I took this photo in early December. When I checked again this afternoon, in the interest of science, it had shed some leaves and was looking generally less awake, which is a good thing.
There will be two weeks or so of moderate night frost, said the forecast. I have wrapped the pots up rudimentary. I might finally be able to get an idea of how cold the balcony gets compared to the official temperature; I have an unwitting guinea pig in this sturdy sweet pea, that still refuses to give up.
It almost feels cruel, because it is such a survivor. All of the sweet peas were strangled by a mysterious vining weed and when I pulled it all up in the end, there were still signs of life in one pea shoot, so I left it. It’s the thin stem that hangs over the edge of the pot and loops up – all the other visible greenery grows from this withered little stalk.
Meanwhile, basking in the stairwell, the pelargoniums are still going strong – in a gnarly, woody way.