It was bound to happen. Our night time temps have finally been falling into the low 30s.
Yesterday morning we had frost on roof tops and skim ice on the chickens' waterer . . .
. . . but nothing in the garden was touched as you can see by this bed of Matt's Wild Cherry tomatoes gone wild. This morning (Friday) was a titch warmer with no sign of frost anywhere.
Here's a shot of a bit of loveliness adding color to the last days of the garden. I picked up this Pineapple Sage plant this spring on a whim. It was just a little bit of a thing when I put it in the herb bed. As you can tell, it grew and grew and GREW. Within the last two weeks it's put out these striking red blossoms. So pretty.
I don't have a lot of clean-up done in the garden because so much is still green and growing, but I have emptied five garden beds (only twenty-one more to go). In preparation for winter, yesterday Papa Pea spread some near-dirt-like compost on them. Although I do the bulk of the actual gardening throughout the season, I could never accomplish all I do without his help at crucial times. Several years ago, an acquaintance of ours from England gave us two tea mugs. One was labeled "Head Gardener" and the other "Under Gardener." (I'm assuming that's like Gardening Assistant.) Since then, my dear husband has carried the title of Under Gardener.
With the next three days after today with a snow/rain mix forecast, the end of the garden can't be far off.
Don't tell anyone, but I'm ready. Yep, I'm really ready.
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