This week, my cold intolerant wife has the urge for going south. The transition from autumn to winter is often gentle, with foliage colors mellowing to reds and yellows, but no day or days that obviously mark the change. No day when a freeze turns the garden from green to brown, from growing to dormant. Not this year.
A sixteen degree night will do it, and sandwiched by nighttime temperatures in the upper teens, all but the garden’s evergreens turned to brown.