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Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Still no frost on the pumpkins


"WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then the time a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock."
James Whitcomb Riley.




Still no hard frost, but the pumpkins are carved and waiting for the Evil Night of dread and terror when the children take the streets in search of candy. 

This is the view from the patio looking toward the rock garden, kind of hard to believe that it's a day away from November and all the flowers are still looking like it's Mid-July.


So we had the first real decent rain storm move through along with the field associated it, there was even a tornado that touched down a few miles away. I think that is the signal to button some stuff away for the winter. The bulbs in quart pots will be put into the greenhouse and the outside beds will get a nice mulch. Then we wait for the spring thaw! That is if we ever get a frost!

Cheers, 

Mark

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