Is there anything better than a nice cup of hot chocolate (with marshmallows, and lots of them) for breakfast? I think not.
The forecasts were all a bit slippery for the overnight, but they all agreed on one thing: it would be near or at freezing inland here. And so it was freezing, right at . . . → Read More: Squeaking through
That might make a good title for a b-grade horror/sci-fi flick.
The seed flats that were blown over and crashed on the ground appear to be surviving, and even thriving. I did not get any photos today since I spent the bulk of the early part of the day in bed wishing away the nastiness . . . → Read More: Surivival of the seedlings
Spring has sprung. Maybe not by the calendar, but there are signs. Tiny signs. Portents of things to come.
A cuke (Beth Alpha), trying to unfold.
I have a quarter flat started with sungold tomatoes, and the rest with other tomatoes, peppers, other cukes, and so on and on and on. . . . → Read More: Signs of life
Our freeze/no-freeze/frost overnight betting pool – wouldn’t you love to be the weather person, where you really don’t need to get it right, ever? – turned out to be frost. I stepped outside with my sister as she was getting ready to head to classes: lock frozen, windows iced, clear and very cold. The veggies . . . → Read More: Frosty mornings
OK, so it isn’t -4F here like it was at Lambeau Sunday night. It’s still cold to someone like me. I don’t like the cold and never have, which made our living in the northern reaches of the country interesting when I was younger. Then, it was just an annoyance because I’m a summer kind . . . → Read More: Waiting out the cold
I had big, big plans for the two acorn squash I had picked up at the store: Baked, stuffed with a wild rice mix, and served as a side to a couple of seared balsamic-glazed, bone-in pork chops.
Sometimes things just don’t work out that way. The menu I’m saving for another day. The squash, . . . → Read More: Gears
Our newly revised forecast for tonight and the next couple of days.
Eighteen. Eighteen? That’s a little extreme. Our little kumquat tree, which has valiantly put out a couple of handfuls of fruit, will definitely need to be bundled up against this. Luckily, it’s just under four feet and won’t pose a problem.
Working . . . → Read More: But wait, there’s more
To be more accurate, that should be three nights of freeze, but it comes down to the same thing: we will be dipping down into hard freeze temperatures for more than a few hours come the first few nights of the new year.
Altogether, that isn’t terrible, and certainly nothing compared to the tales . . . → Read More: Three days of freeze