I didn’t want to watch that show, but whether or not I did, winter still comes. For now, anyway.
Our first frost of the season is expected tonight. Three years ago next week we even had snow! No snow this time, but still, it’s crisp and cool and time to tuck some pots into the garage, some inside by the sliding door, and cover the wilder (aka in-ground) tender growers with blankets and buckets and such.
My daughter’s peas are as tall as I am and have yet to flower. They’re not getting away from my little pea-aholic that easily.
I actually got two little yellow squash before tucking the plant under a quadrupled row cover. (Or was it octupled? Surely that’s not the actual word.)
The cilantro, chard, and lettuce all had a strong harvest today to reduce any potential loss and reduce the size of cover they required.
One strand of peas (mine) got a hug from a hoodie of mine that’s drinking age. (Picking as many peppers as I did caused me to shed the hoodie and I thought, why not?)
I’m sure we’ll be stringing peppers and nibbling lettuce tonight and tomorrow, cozy and warm in our snug little home. I hope each of you are starting the same, with a little glow coming from within when you think smiling thoughts.
And now for homemade turkey soup…