Beautifully written Caleb. The nasturtium are my cold weather vane. They took a slight hit from frost in August (yep you read that right) but have been healthy and flourishing ever since although the survivors are more towards the yellow end of the spectrum than the deep oranges of summer. After reading I really must have a go at morning glory next year as I never got my last lot to seed.
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The storm brewing over the northeast represents a surge of milder air that was too little too late. Before it came north to fuel the falling pressures and my aching bones, cold air slid down behind the last storm, and gave us a sneaky freeze.
It was sneaky because their was no frost. The air was bone dry, and just as there is sometimes no dew in a desert, there was no frost on the pumpkins. However everything withered in the first light of dawn, yesterday.
Perhaps the saddest sight was the demise of the morning glories crawling all over the fence beside the main entrance to our Childcare’s front gate. In a desperate attempt to make seeds, (which I had frustrated by “dead-heading” the blooms before they could make seeds), the vines had produced a lovely mass of blooms the morning before…
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