It's January 6; it's Connecticut; and it's a rainy 57 degrees at 7:30 am. *All my Neps and orchids have been out soaking it up and, by the time I bring them in later today, they'll have spent nearly two full days outside.
Last night, I was hearing a familiar sound on the way home from work. *A distorted, clanging kid's tune. *Then I saw it - a Mister Softee ice cream truck. *An ice cream truck making its rounds in January in Connecticut.
I have nothing against my plants getting an unexpected outdoor vacation or being able to buy a King Cone in front of the house, but this is really ominous.