All summer long it grew between the house and the surrounding oaks, receiving just a few hours of direct light and longing for the sunny garden spot where a dozen datils basked in the best light at PFHQ.
A few weeks ago, we had our first freeze, just barely freezing mind you, but enough to cause the garden datils to give it up.
Not this little guy.
Apparently the warmth of the west facing house wall and the warmer air beneath the live oaks kept it ... not only alive, but fairly frisky.
... or maybe in this case ... Nano-climates.
Speaking of "Nano-" ... I am reading "Micro" on my Kindle Fire.
Created by the late Mr. Crichton and finished by one of my favorite writers, Richard Preston.
Lots of fun, and you can tell as you read it that it should be a "Jurassic Park" style blockbuster movie in the near future.
He knows I'm off for Christmas break and that means we are going on adventures.
He is impatient to begin.
Is she a beauty or what?
Now, I must go.
Bear, Junior, and I have a mission to accomplish.
I will, of course, blog about it.