The unrelenting cold is hopefully breaking but it is putting everything to task. The birdbath has but a tiny zone of water that the birds queue up to drink. I need to refill the liquid-zone at least once a day. I decide to take a look at the cold frame and all the frozen moisture on its panes tell the story: we are frozen. A lone Swiss chard (Beta vulgaris ssp vulgaris) leaf presses against the plastic looking to escape. It will have to wait.
