Brrrrrrr, I’ve already had cold spells down to 12 degrees.
Meantime, I planted that Siberian Elm (Ulmus pumila) that is a non-native. I planted it along my dry, windy front edge that has killed every hedging plant I’ve tried over two years. It is a hardy little survivor and if it survives there, more power to it. Birds do eat the seeds. I transplanted this from my property, and found two others on the mountain, growing where the pinyon pines have died back. Their roots go down about 150 feet, deeper than One Seed Juniper (Juniperus monosperma). Ahhhh, the wages of a twelve year drought. If it windbreaks for other plants and my house, I’m good. It creates a modest amount of composting material.
I put the solar heater back into the west window for supplemental heat, but it’s been overcast for most of the week. I got out my down-filled mattress, cover, and pillow… toasty warm at night! Unfortunately, my Papillon attacked and “killed” the down-filled pillow in the middle of the night and I woke up to a snowstorm of feathers. I’m still finding feathers on my “professional” wardrobe for the market economy. Aaarrrrggghhhh!!!!! I’m having trouble appreciating Raven Black’s night antics.
Time for dreaming… of new additions to my food forest.