There's a freeze warning on for tonight, and colder overnights promised for the coming week. What? Hey, darn it, it's only October! You know, leaves turning (but not falling so early!), mildly crisp air, campfires of an evening, hot buttered rum?* The pumpkins aren't supposed to frost up 'til All Hallow's Eve. None of this freeze-yer-rump-off stuff yet!
...Now I have to gather the last puzzled green toe-maders (Where'd the warm go? they ask) and set them on the window ledge (or not) to make their way to table as poor orphans. 'Tis sad.
Gotta wonder when the first snow will hit -- and if it's rebound from the summer's drought. H'mm, where'd I put the snowblower, dammit?
* Interpretations do vary. A lot.
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