Good morning, and it is over. Welcome to Saturday Morning Garden Blogging.
Denver finally got a killing frost in the wee-morning hours Thursday. Well, actually there wasn't much frost involved — the humidity was so low I didn't even have to scrape my car windows. But the temperatures dropped to 26°.
Every year the first freeze is a little harder to bear — not only does it mark the end of the growing season, but also is the very start of the long slog to the next one. Now I will have months of hunting around for my slippers, rather than pattering around the house barefoot. Of more loads of laundry, as socks are added to the wardrobe and bulkier clothes are washed. Of scraping my windshield before driving to work, shivering while waiting for the heater to give up some heat.
I do not like being cold. I do not like wearing layers of clothing to try and keep warm. I do not like turning the clocks back so dusk arrives at 5:00 p.m.
DO NOT WANT!!
But the first freeze has happened, so now the dahlia tubers and gladiola bulbs must to be dug, the winter squash picked, and the begonia tubers gathered from the planters.
Oh, yeah — before I can do all that, I have to bail out the cold storage space.
Damn. Every damned year I face the same damned problem: over the summer stuff gets shoved out of the way into the entryway to the cold storage space. Moving the ice chests out of the way I can handle. But the Mister's portable air compressor is a little more problematic, and he will keep shoving it where it keeps me from getting to where I need to get to.
This October has been the slowest-moving month. I'm so preoccupied with the election that it's hard to concentrate on anything else or motivate myself to tend to chores. And even if I'm not looking directly at the election, I still can see it moving around in my peripheral vision.
Time is passing at a glacial pace; the only month I can remember moving more slowly (well, besides the December when I was 10 years old), is the last month of being pregnant.
And it's not just the Presidential election, but the nagging worry of whether there will be a large enough Democratic majority in Congress to back Obama in the White House — and, even if there is, will they continue the same pattern of caving at the least sign of Republican pouting, as we've seen the last two years?
Ah, shit — Saturday Morning Garden Blogging is supposed to be an election-free zone. And here I've sullied it.
One more week to go.
I am impatient.
That's what's happening here. What's going in your gardens?