It's Too Cold Outside

The staghorn fern is in shock.

When we moved from Ventura this plant came with us.  It was my daughter's "being born" plant, bought when she was a few days old (it was about four inches in diameter).  It flourished on the wooden post in the backyard in Ventura, and by the time we left it had grown to over two feet across.  It was unthinkable to leave it behind.

The wonderful climate of the coast between Ventura and Santa Barbara was much more to its liking.  It lived a happy peaceful existence in the company of banana trees (which bore fruit every year, although we were told they wouldn't) and a giant bird of paradise that grew to more than twenty-five feet tall.

I feel so guilty that I brought it to a hostile climate that it hates.

It snowed last night on the hill that goes from the Golden Gate to Marin, which resulted in a nasty multi-car pileup.  Locally, the vineyards are suffering.  If that isn't enough, it isn't ending anytime soon.

My sympathies are with the staghorn.  I'm missing the Ventura/Santa Barbara climate, too.