It was 36 degrees when I woke up this morning. I don’t think the basil I had outside (yet to be planted out) was too thrilled. Or, probably, my pineapple. I’d been keeping that as a houseplant, but it was getting much too big for my tiny room, so I’m going to give it away. I had thought that, seeing as it was up in the 90’s several times already, that I could put it outside without too much worry. Well, I should have guessed it was going to get chilly. It’s Murphy’s law. Despite the low temperatures this morning, it’s up to 80 now. I tell you, if I really followed the advice on the back of the seed packets and waited to plant things out until “night temperatures remained above 60 degrees” I wouldn’t plant anything out until the middle of August–things would have their perfect weather for about 2.6 weeks.
In the end, this may be the most important thing about frost: Frost slows us down. In spring, it tempers our eagerness. In fall, it brings closure and rest. In our gotta-go world–where every nanosecond seems to count–slowness can be a great gift. So rather than see Jack Frost as an adversary, you could choose to greet him as a friend.
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