As I write this, I can hear thunder. It rained for all of five minutes. I looked at the radar for our area, and watched as the big red blob signifying heavy rain traveled from southwest to northeast–to the south, and then to the east of us. As best as I can tell, watching the swirling animated precipitation map, we got less rainfall just now than anywhere else in the county. No, wait! I hear rain again! I’m really supposed to be writing up a grocery list, but I’ll keep you posted.
In its own way, frost may be one of the most beautiful things to happen in your garden all year . . . Don’t miss it. Like all true beauty, it is fleeting. It will grace your garden for but a short while this morning. . . . For this moment, embrace frost as the beautiful gift that it is.
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