Yes, we should have built a cold frame, we know. All you native Oregonians can gloat at our naïveté, but our first seven winters here in Portland have been mild. Some years passed without a hard frost, and our gardens have shrugged off smaller storms. Our collards and most of the herbs were unperturbed by the big ice storm a few years ago.
Not so this year, as the sad portrait of our westernmost raised bed demonstrates. Only the red cabbages seem to be truly alive. The Napas most definitely bit the big one and although the arugula may come back, it is pitiful to behold. The rest are, well, decaying. The other greens look perfectly squashed, their leaves radiating outward. Nicole’s beloved parsley is no more.
Next year, we build a cold frame.