It is a COLD one out there tonight, folks. It’s set to get down to 34. When I went out to cover my tomatoes, the little babies felt like ice cubes. It made my heart drop, a little. I’ve become emotionally attached to my plants, this year. I hate to see them suffer and/or die.
Luckily, my friend Kira suggested bringing them indoors. So I dragged the container into the stairwell. This is going to precipitate me trying to find a place to nurse them through the winter, somewhere in the house.
This is not going to make Heather, my wife, very pleased. Even though she loves to reap the benefits of the fruits of my labor.