An icy breeze wafted into our windows last night. The forecast for the next few days confirmed it:
I spent part of the afternoon picking beans (a handful), pulling the zucchini plant (one zuke total -- sigh), some bean vines, then heaping a wheelbarrow high with tomato vines. The Brick wants to try hanging these in the garage to see if the tomatoes will ripen more effectively still on the vine.
The chickies got armloads of green stuff, which they loved.
I hauled in a pot of geraniums, another few pots of flowers, and covered up the rainbow chard in the front stone bed. With care, we might be able to continue cutting greens through Thanksgiving.
Summer's definitely over...but it's okay. We're not getting snow, like the high country. It's just chilly weather, good for hot coffee, a fireplace and snuggling.
I love fall.
P.S. We finally got it -- the night of Oct. 6. Only someone forgot to tell the beans. They're protected by a leaning V-shaped frame (made from bunkbed bedsprings tied to each other), and down in a hollow. Maybe they'll keep producing for a while -- we often have warmer temps after our first frost.