We awoke to snow this morning. After two weeks of 'spring-like' weather, this came as quite a shock. I'd forgotten that temperatures were excepted to plummet last night. It was 50 degrees F at 11 PM - right when I was about to head to bed. Luckily I decided to check the weather forecast. To my horror, the folks at weather.com said that by dawn, temperatures were likely to drop to near freezing. So out I went in my pajamas and rain jacket to cover my beds and haul all of my more tender potted trees and shrubs and trays of seedlings back indoors. Since we are heading out of town for the remainder of this week, I also had to figure out how to protect my plants while we're away, which required me to drastically reorganize my indoor growing shelves and find a frost-free place outdoors for my larger plants and shrubs. Unfortunately for me, it was also pouring rain last night and by the time I went back inside at around midnight, I felt like a drowned rat. When I conveyed this story to my husband and neighbors (who were all asleep at the time of course), they were more struck by my gardening devotion than anything else. Better to be regarded a devoted gardener than a crazy person I guess.