When I woke to a 13 degree temperature on Tuesday the 8th, my attitude changed. My willing husband and I were out in the cold morning air moving the agave into our unheated garage (the smaller agaves were already there, or in the house). Andrew was all for trying to get it into the house but his arms were so brittle (the agave, not the husband) and his wing span so wide (4 ft) I was afraid we’d just pop them right off. So he stayed in the garage and got another blanket for the rest of the cold spell.
Last Friday, while I was still mobile, I snapped these pictures. The garage door was open and the sunlight was illuminating his still slightly frozen arms. The temperature was creeping up above freezing for the first time in days and he was getting a little movement back. The colors were beautiful. I have hope that Mr Big is going to pull through this one. Once our deluge of rainfall ends (an inch both of the last 2 days), and our schedule calms a bit, I plan to talk the husband, and a kind willing assistant yet to be chosen, into moving him back out under the pavilion where he can soak up a few of the limited rays of sunshine we get this time of year.
Just how does one move a 2 ½ ft tall pot with a 4ft wide agave in it? Very carefully, and with the help of a Pot Lifter. One very handy device that I am so glad I purchased; if you’re in Portland I know Garden Fever carries them. Or click on the link to buy off their website (not a paid promotion…just a happy gardener sharing a product that she finds useful).