Orlando set a record low high yesterday, meaning the high of 49 degrees was the lowest ever recorded for January 2. A hard freeze was forcast for last night (mid to upper 20's for several hours) so we took the standard precautions: covered the plants (with their precious tomatoes, peppers, and new blossoms), turned the pool pump on, set the outside faucets on trickle, and set the recycled water to spray the grapefruit tree. (Let me tell you, the water which I would have otherwise called very cold felt positively tropical on my hands, compared with the air.) It must not have been as bad as predicted, however, because the temperature on our back porch was a hair over 40 degrees at 5:30 this morning. The plants seem to have survived, even though there were spectacular icicles on the grapefruit tree through most of the morning.
I've been making soup stock, enjoying the peculiar situation in which I can have the oven and stove on for hours and not make any obvious difference in the warmth of the kitchen. Soup-making is a cold-weather sport, and this has been our first opportunity this year to enjoy it.

