Last week the weather was so warm here that a person might have thought it was July. Now the weather is cold, almost near freezing, and it feels more like March. Strong gales from Lake Superior are bearing down on us funneling through the ancient abandoned channel that once connected with the Mississippi River at the close of the Ice Age. It is raining, too, and mixed in with the rain is sleet which stings sharply on my face. On the horizon are flashes of lightning followed by low rumbles of thunder.
This fern will need to remain tightly coiled and wait until the warm days come back.