The first two of four very cool nights is over. The prize of the garden, my tomato seedlings, are still with me, and so far no signs of wear. Two more nights in the 40s, and then Easy Street.
I have to admit that even I have to do a double take when I pull in the drive and see the conglomeration of metal, cloth and plastic that decorates my tomato crop. But the rest of the garden is doing fine with the cool weather. Tomatoes are sissies.
I love this time of year. Few weeds, lots of green, the promise of tomorrow. Two more tomorrows, and I’ll breathe a little easier.