The freeze came.
The hottest September on record followed by the coldest November 1st.
Sweet (potato) neighbors creating safe haven for small (golden cherry tomatoes) to survive.
But that’s not what I’m hunting for.
I hunt a little differently than many hunters.
But I bring home a haul all the same.
Tomorrow will be more of the same, as I’ve still more than half way to go here, and two more spots in the garden for hunting.
Like here. Where the sheets didn’t fully protect the green beans in the background.
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That is a sad sight. I’m central, lots of heat island effect, didn’t worry or fret about the freeze, I just noticed yesterday that my one lovely basil was hit hard. Boo. I didn’t even think about it. There are green leaves at the bottom, but oh the pesto that will never be…
My basil didn’t mind… I didn’t think until you’d said this how odd that is. Want some? It’s not genovese. Some Thai variety.