I knew this to be true of New England, but I didn't think it would be the case in New Zealand as well. But it is! Though not to the same extremes. We don't have sunny shorts and t-shirt days devolving into snowshoe days, but we do have sunny shorts and t-shirt days that devolve into huddle around the radiator nights.
Which leads to this in the morning:
Which wouldn't be such a problem, but in January, the middle of our summer, we took a gamble and planted a tamarillo tree seedling. I knew that here in Napier we get a frost or 2 a year, and that tamarillo trees are subtropical and can't handle frosts, but I figured I'd be able to protect it on the rare occasions.
Well, this winter frosts are not such a rare event. We had 1 or 2 early frosts and I could feel the chill in the air as night descended, so I covered the tree with an old bed sheet. And it did fine. As recently as last week I took photos of my thriving tamarillo tree to show my mom back home.
And then we had the frost to end all frosts, which struck quite unawares, bringing to mind the Mark Twain quote above. I didn't cover the tree since it had been so warm during the day. And then last night we had another surprise attack. When I went to bed it was raining, and everyone knows it can't frost when it's raining. But apparently it can frost when it stops raining in the middle of the night and a cold front moves through. This is our tree now.
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