Every year I go through incredible seasonal denial when the earth tips away from the sun. I need actual physical events like the first threat of frost to jolt me back to reality. Frost! Crap! In the first week of October?
So yes, frost. Brr. I guess it’s no longer summer.
Patchy frost too. “Killing frost” as many Floridians know is a magical number: anything below 28* for something like 4 hours of time will severely damage tender vegetation, citrus trees, etc. But “patchy frost” here means there’s frost in the lowest-lying areas only, and perhaps the thermometer didn’t dip down quite so much as to outright kill all vegetables still standing out in MY garden.
I thought ahead, though. This weekend I put the plastic back up on the end walls of the greenhouse. People of Southwest Michigan should thank me: my precaution all but guarantees we’ll have a scorcher of an Indian summer.
But inside the house this weekend? Spring!
The school’s egg incubator came home with us on Friday. (I kind of insisted: they were due to hatch today (Monday) and I…had a feeling they’d hatch before then.) We excitedly heard the peeppeeppeep from the first eggs Saturday night, and I was up helping the first one hatch at 3:30 a.m. Another followed on Sunday night. They’re back at school now, with more eggs hatching. The house is almost too quiet now.
If that’s not adorable enough, we also have baby bunnies. That says “spring” to me too.