Should have known right away something was up when I went out to check the chickens this morning.
It hadn't seemed too cold when I went out front to get the paper and wave goodbye to Eric as he pedaled to work.
But the frost fairies had been hard at work -- only in the beds in more open areas. The back ones get some kind of shadow from the neighbor's trees, and those closest to the house are in a temperature shadow from it, apparently.
The peppers in the front bed (which I somehow forgot to cover) appear so far to have come through unscathed. It's almost time to cut them back, I think, although they're still bearing very slowly. The "fog" in front of them is clouds of steam from Mikey's breath. He loves cold weather, and sadly for him, I don't. Since he loves me most, he's inside more than his pelt would choose. He is, however, a very happy gardening companion.
Beauty as a reward for braving a cold nose:
Four eggs today, bringing the year's total to nine.
Harvest Monday - April 24, 2107
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