Well, After the Frost, Which Was Not Quite the
Freeze the Weather Guy Had Predicted,
We Went Out Back and Pulled the Tarps.
I Was Very Pleasantly Surprised.
Everything Seemed to Survive,
(With the Exception of One Pot of Coleus Out Front.)
Helped Along, No Doubt, by the Heavy Layers of
Pumpkin Leaves Growing Everywhere Out of Nora. (Right)
The Chiles did Beautifully,
the Moisture Even Reviving a Few Plants
I Had Given Up for Toast.
You Gotta Love Nature.
Life Will Find a Way.
We're Even Seeing Some New Growth Here
After a Fairly Comprehensive Harvest Two Weeks Ago.
(We Seem to Be Growing Some Bricks as Well)
The Covered Pumpkins Seemed to Do Well.
We've Got Two Hidden in the Pine Tree.
(We Harvested Bungee Buddy)
As You Can See,
(Well, Maybe You Can't)
They're Doing Quite Well.
Huey, Dewey and Louie Were All Carefully Moved
To Nora, Where They Were Covered.
And Where They Survived.
The Sweet Potatoes
(Petite Purples Were Harvested by Furious George)
And the Multi-Variety Basil.
(What I Did Enjoy About the Freeze Was Fining Flash Frozen Japanese Beetles on the Basil.)
(Take That, You Little Beasts!)
Also, Tomatoes Survived. We're Still Not
In the Way of Harvest on the Big Tomatoes.
Once Again, Bitterman is Convinced That
We're Going to Have to Test and Renew It Over the Winter
With Money That Will Have to Be Found Somewhere.
"Gold Doubloons and Pieces of Eight,
Now Belong to Applegate ..."
Maybe I Should Get Frank and Joe Hardy On It.
They're Always Looking for a New Mystery.