It was a warm and rainy day.  Fifty-three degrees and it felt good.  Two nights ago we actually had frost.  In the morning it was thirty-three degrees.  Today I got rid of the newspaper covering our large cactus.  I did not want to take any chances of the frost killing it.  The ten day forecast called for warm temperatures. Seventies and low eighties.  I don’t think we will get any more nights calling for frost.  Not for another few months, anyway.