Has it actually been 9 days since I have written in my blog??? Holy freakin' cow!!! Well, all I can say in my defense is that first me and then Mike, picked up the cold virus flavor of the month. I've been totally wiped out and just trying to hang on to everything that needs to be done at both the clinic and at home. All is better now though and we are both feeling our old selves again. Maybe I should say our middle aged selves.
This is the time of year that us farmer's watch the forecast like hawks. One day we are picking produce and the next day the growing season is done. Literally. Our first frost warning was last night. At 9pm it was 40 degrees, the sky was crystal clear filled with stars and there was not a breath of wind to be had. You could just feel the cold bite to the air. When I got up at 5:30am, I took the dogs out for a walk and went back to check the thermometer on the maple tree behind the house. 32 degrees. There was ice on the windshields of our vehicles. Right before sunrise as the first light is breaking, that is when the temperature often drops to its lowest point. We were both wondering what was happening in the garden. Fingers crossed that the black plastic that is underneath most of the plants would hold some heat.
This is how the back yard looked when I left for work. The sun had been up an hour so there was only frost in the grass in the low spot down by the creek. The hillside in the sun was free of frost. Had it melted? Or did the frost not touch the higher ground? Well what do you know? The garden looks pretty much unscathed. Just a little bit of frost nip on a few of the peppers and a few of the eggplant, but the rest looks very much unharmed. Whew! Next chance for frost is looking like this coming Saturday night. Actually this is quite good for us because our average first frost date is the first week of October. Every day that goes by without frost is a blessing.
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