Elephant ears are mostly water.
So if they freeze, they turn to mush.
I let the frost kill the leaves, then I cut off the droopy parts.
I dig them up and haul them inside my already crowded workshop.
There are too many plants in there to get much work done,
but it’s a great place to go think and breathe.
Black Beauty came inside in its pot.
My Mojitos are in a box.
The Frydeks are in a bucket.
And YES, I did bring in those trouble causing Coffee Cups.
They are reclining in my lawn cart.
Flower has more heart than sense.
I must not end this post without a photo of the cutest ears of all.