October 28: Potting before frost

[neverspent]

Such a difference from a few days ago! Dry, crisp, and cool enough for long sleeves during most of the day. I spent over an hour out on the balcony, repotting more aloes and aloe pups, and by the time I was finished I felt like I'd been out walking in the woods, blood pumping and my lungs full of cool air and the smell of damp soil. Wonderful.

As a matter of fact, much to my surprise, there is a freeze warning forecast for tomorrow morning! On Sunday and Monday, waking up in the morning with steaming hot skin and thirsty for ice water, I couldn't have imagined it. The only reason I'm not hopping excited is that I have all these little tomatoes—24, by my count, more than I ever had at one time during the summer. I'm wondering what will happen to them. I picked the one that was ripe (October 28, ripe tomato, writing it down!) and I might end up having fried green tomatoes with the rest.

I pulled the coleus and mums and rosemary in under the eaves and we'll see. I'm almost giddy with the thought that I might get to wear a scarf in the morning.

Comments

wrong account... >.>

[shinsetsu]

Can you put a plastic bag over the tomatoes? Would that help?

Re: wrong account... >.>

[neverspent]

I have done that in the past, it's a good idea! And I probably will do it with my mums and rosemary when the frosts start to be hard frost. Unfortunately with the way my tomatoes have grown, trained all over about six horizontal feet of my balcony railing, there's not really a way to get bags over them. I might try with a few of the trailing branches though... Thanks. :)

[travels_in_time]

I'm sorry, this has nothing to do with nature, but you said "Fried Green Tomatoes", and all I can think about is last Christmas, when my mom brought that movie and I watched it with my entire family for the first time in probably twenty years (or whenever it came out). And my eyebrows were going higher and higher, and my cousins and my brother and I were all exchanging Significant Looks, like, "Are they--what is--does nobody notice--um." And finally, even though no one had said anything at all, my mom felt the urge to announce loudly, "THEY'RE NOT LESBIANS."

But everybody, including my mom, thought the end was hilarious.

What I learned on my Christmas vacation: Cannibalism is preferable to lesbianism.

Please take that in the spirit in which it is intended.