Last night I snuck a hot water bottle onto the Frenchman's side of the bed. He was cold.
He never gets cold.
This man has been ice diving in a Quebec winter.
He knows how to build survival igloos.
He's fallen from a canoe into the icy St Lawrence River (with his sister).
But in Harlem, he is cold.
To keep warm I order lablab seeds, gloriosa lilies and plan my birch branch palisade.
I may have ordered some purple and scarlet runner beans, too.
Summer will be warm. Screened behind annual climbers.