Ever-dependable and beautiful chives
Although in these parts Mother's Day is considered the cutoff date for not having to worry about frost anymore, the North Carolina mountains are a whimsical place, and freak late frosts happen.
On May 10th at our plant sale, a friend told me that a dozen years ago, there was a killing frost here on May 23. Shocking! "I did not know that was scientifically possible," said Tim.
Then a week ago, after all sorts of heat-loving plants were in the ground and the garden was growing like gangbusters, in came the cold. Our thermometer registered a low of 33 last Monday night. We covered and took in what we could, but some of our plants showed signs of having been hit by a light frost. Potatoes seemed to take the hardest hit, surprisingly.
Frostbitten Yukon Gold Potatoes
This sort of final, seemingly unseasonable cold snap, which I've heard called "blackberry winter" is common in the mountains of North Carolina. And blackberry winter was right on time this year: the blackberries were (and still are) in full bloom, and didn't seem a bit bothered by the low temperatures.
Most things in the garden were similarly unscathed--the perennial herbs and flowers, greens, and ultra-hardy alliums and fava beans didn't blink an eye at the cold weather.
Photos follow of the post-frost garden.
Multiplier onions flowering
One of my favorite additions to the perennial garden this year: blood sorrel. . . accomp- anied by calendula volunteers
Tall and dramatic leeks
Love-in-a-mist volunteers about to bloom