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March 2017



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The neon on the breast of the new-fallen snow....

At 4:30 am this morning, I was driving to work through the rain, which was an unexpected holiday treat in and of itself, when my finely tuned Yankee senses noticed something unusual about the way the particles of water were spattering on the windshield.

How odd, I thought. If it weren't completely improbable for such a thing to be happening in Las Vegas, I should almost think that rain were on the verge of freezing.

Five minutes later, my wipers were slapping ice off my windshield, and I realized that I'd never driven the Saturn in snow before, so I did a little casual brake and steering testing on a nice broad straight stretch of Lake Mead Boulevard, and decided all was well.

By the time I got to work, the ground was white.

It's stopped now, but there's about an inch of snow on the ground, and nothing looks more charming than Mexican fan palms and Saguaro under a layer of holiday white.

I am amused to note, however, that the pineapple I was growing in the front flowerbed is probably dead, and all the bougainvillea that the immigrants from SoCal have been planting all over the place.

More's the pity. I like bougainvillea.

And all will be well. And all will be well. And all manner of things shall be well.

Except the bougainvillea.


Believe it or not, but so long as the freeze doesn't last long, your pineapple should be fine. If you're worried, though, throw an old blanket or sheet over it, and pull it back when temperatures rise above freezing. I've had good results with this technique on both pineapple and grapefruit trees, and Dallas gets a lot colder than Las Vegas.

Thank you very much.

Tropical plants are all very new and novel to me. *g* I miss lilacs, though.
Hey, it's no problem. I miss lilacs as well (when I lived in upstate New York as a kid, we had a HUGE lilac bush in our front yard), but I've come to appreciate honeysuckle and mesquite over the years. (If you like fresh honey, you'll come to appreciate mesquite as much as I do: the trees produce an incredible amount of nectar, and honey made with mesquite nectar is incredibly light and flavorful.)

As for tropical plants, I understand: a year ago, I was in the same situation, and now I have carnivorous plants taking over the neighborhood. I'm even familiar with pineapple: I made a bet with my sister-in-law that I could get a pineapple top to root in my garden this past summer, and now I have a pineapple plant in my living room. I envy you for living somewhere where you can just let them grow wild outside, though: it's a bit too cold in Dallas during the winter for that.
Well, the pineapple is still an experiment: it's set roots and greened back up on top, but I don't know if it will set a fruit.

And never envy anybody for living in Vegas. This place is like a strip mall with housing and 120-degree heat.
Ah. Dallas is Las Vegas without the culture or the depth. There's a good reason why I tell people that the best documentary about Dallas ever made is Dawn of the Dead, because we have shopping malls, the Kennedy assassination, and not much else.
Remind me to stay the Hell out of Dallas. *g*

I think the truest movie made about Vegas is 3000 Miles To Graceland.

Mostly because they shoot up the Riviera pretty good.
Snow in Vegas... is this a sign of hell freezing over :-)

I'm in Arizona at the moment where the last couple of nights there have been warnings that it might freeze overnight, which apparent hasn't happened since Murray and Emma moved here three years ago.

It snows here about every 5 years, I'm told.