I lied yesterday. It was cold, and the wind was blowing hard, and I said I wasn't going to work in the yard, but mid-afternoon I went out and dug up a chunk of the fern behind the shed and moved it to the stump bed.
Knowing that the temperature was predicted to fall into the low '30s last night, I did not know whether to water the transplanted fern immediately or wait until today to water it. Would the water freeze the roots? In the end, I watered it. I hope it lives. I dug it up with a hand trowel - went right through the middle of the plant and levered half of it out of the ground. It had couple of coiled leaves coming out. I got those with the transplant chunk.
I considered moving all the stuff in the cold frame into the house, but I didn't. What is the point of having a cold frame if I'm going to have to move what's in it at every cold snap?
NOON UPDATE - Stump Garden:
The sweet potato vine in the stump garden probably ain't gonna make it, judging by how limp it is right now. The leopard plant looks bad, but I think it will recover. The other stuff from the nursery is fine. The fern looks like it did before I moved it. We'll see what happens to those new leaf curls in a day or two.
I found a cheesy little gnome (with his house, and a walkway, and a "Welcome" sign) for $5 at Dollar General. He's in the stump garden now, though his location might be temporary.
I scattered a $1 package of dollar store alyssum seeds in the store-bought dirt we put in the hole where the tree fell. I have never had luck getting alyssum to sprout. We'll see.
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