You Gotta Love Colorado -- In 24 Hours We Go From This ...
... To This, With Nary a Pause Inbetween.
Somewhere Under Here are a Bunch of Crunch-Assed Tomato Plants ...
This all happened over the past 36 hours. 60 degrees to freezing rain and snow.
I desperately want to pull the sheeting and see what might, if anything, be left underneath, but we've got at least two more nights of near freeze conditions and I've decided we've got to leave everything covered. (Patience, as you know, is not my strong suit.)
Yesterday, the snow and rain were so heavy, I couldn't clear the plastic. Today, I will try again in order to take some of the pressure off and give the interior more space to warm.
We're sitting on May 19th right now.
You'd think ... well, you'd think, but then you'd have to remember where you are.
Speaking of sitting (around and getting bored), Mr. Bitterman and Furious George finished off their binge watch of "RHONJ" and ran off to Italy over the weekend, thanks to a poorly hidden credit card, only to return with this new water feature:
They thought they were being hilarious, until the Italian government contacted them, saying they had stolen a gift meant for a soon-to-visit politician of some sort. As of this writing, however, it has yet to be returned. It's in the garage hidden under a tarp that says, "Don't Look Here."
I'm sure that will deter the Italian Antiquities Authority when they arrive this afternoon.