The forecasters were right. It was indeed cold this morning. 25F or -4C. I grudgingly got out of bed and somehow managed to brush my teeth. Then, my eyes were opened wide when I was greeted by a sweet smell as I climbed down the stairs on my way to the kitchen. The delicate white flowers looked so beautiful in the moonlight. Call it by whatever name you want, this is one of my most favorite flowers. I am glad that after seeing the weather forecast, all our tropical plants were brought inside on Sunday evening. This morning would have been brutal for them.