I spent most of the past two evenings covering up plants with floating row cover, even though it wasn't expected to freeze until tonight.
I got a bit of ribbing from Jack and the fireman about that. Maybe it's just me, but I hate covering up plants late at night in subfreezing temperatures with a flashlight. I prefer doing such tasks a night or two in advance, when temperatures are more moderate and the situation less urgent.
This morning, I went out to do one last "dummy check" before tonight's freeze, to batten down the hatches and make certain I covered everything that won't come back from the roots, and I couldn't help but notice how wonderful the Old Blush roses looked. Poor roses - they think it's spring.
I couldn't stand the thought of these blooms all freezing to death, so I brought a bunch of them inside. I cut some Bright Lights cosmos, and brought them in, too.
Old Blush isn't considered a traditional 'cutting rose' like a hybrid tea might be. Nevertheless, I think these blossoms are almost as pretty as peonies.
One last Chrysler Imperial bud, spared from Jack Frost's wrath.
As for the perennials in the front yard, I covered the purple fountain grass, because it's particularly sensitive to cold, but I just don't have enough row cover or sheets to cover EVERYTHING. Too bad, because the salvias, daisies and milkweed are going gangbusters. They'll all be sad and limp in the morning. I know they'll be back in the spring, but it's a particular pity, considering how nice and sunny it's supposed to be tomorrow. Alas. Such is life. Maybe it won't get as cold as predicted, or for as long. We'll see.