Monday morning the temperature was 26 degrees at around 7am.
Cold. I lost my gamble with the garden. I should have placed sheets and blankets over the tomatoes, the peppers and the okra. Was too tired.
This morning the temperature was 30 degrees. The squash plants are dead. The green beans are gone. The okra is over.
That is okay. I will miss all the fresh summer garden vegetables but I am a bit tired of gardening. We gathered in the pumpkins, the mountains of spaghetti squash and the remaining unscathed peppers. Hopefully the broccoli, brussels sprouts, cabbage and turnips will bear before long.
The day warmed up to the 60s. Our uninvited guests, the ladybugs, came back in full force. They stormed the house. They swarmed and dive-bombed. They snuck in through cracks and crevices.
Those little invaders look sweet and innocent. After a few years on the farm, however, we know better. See my ladybug post from last year for a very funny story by Ross. Whatever you do, please don't let any ladybugs crawl into your ear, your nose or any other orifice!
So, we are full of beans and cornbread. Philip and Patrick are chasing away coyotes. The rest of us are off to dreamland. Another day of adventure awaits.