We had a very late frost, and the grape blossoms were badly hit. I feel awful about the rest of the county (grapes are one of the big crops here). This frost also got my lovingly coddled okra, broccoli, cauliflower, and some tomato seedlings. The wisteria also got fried. Ah well.
So we drank the whole quart of juice squeezed from the harvest last night and this morning. Num. No jam this year, though; guess we’ll have to hold on to those quarts downstairs.