Fer cryin' out loud, I just checked the home page of our local Internet server to see what the weather was going to be like for the next few days.
What do I see at the top of the page in red letters? A frost warning for us tonight from 2 a.m. until 7 a.m. I am being warned to cover sensitive outside plants that might be damaged by a frost.
Have you see the size of my garden, Mother Nature? No, I'm not going to attempt to cover anything out there. If we should lose a bunch of the garden produce to this nearly unbelievable weird, whacky weather this summer, I'll find something profitable to do with the time I won't be spending canning and preserving. (Like maybe getting a part time job to pay for the food we'll have to buy.)
Geesh. This is getting unsettling. And a smidge bit upsetting, also, but we have no choice but to roll with the punches.
I'm choosing to take a positive view of the situation. I don't believe we will get damaging frost over night. No, no, no. Nuh-uh. UH-uh. No way. Ain't gonna happen. (Do I look funny with my head stuck in the sand like this?)
Addendum: Worry thee not, bloggy friends of mine. Getting ready to go to bed and by our temperature now, I don't think there is any way our temp over night is going to drop lower than the 40s . . . it would have to plummet 20 degrees to hit freezing. (Don't cha sometimes wonder what these weather forecasters are smokin'?)
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