Okay, it was actually a few days ago but I've just resigned myself to it now.
I woke up and looked out of the bedroom window and exclaimed," Oh, how pretty! Look at the frost on the... FROST!"
When I finally went out to survey the damage...
Luckily my beefsteak tomatoes, which I had been (im)patiently waiting to ripen were safe under a mini greenhouse pyramid. The peppers and squash were done, never to grow into their full potential. The pumpkins, green except for one (the pie pumpkin, of course)
Darn these veg wanting rain and warm weather! There was not enough of both this summer and most were well behind in growth.
I was most excited about my gourd garden,(which I was keeping secret until I had glorious birdhouse gourds and painted snake gourds to show) but fruits of my labour were too small to keep. I think I tore off the largest, though still immature
snake gourd and threw it in the grass in exasperation.
Sigh.
Gardening is a cruel, cruel past time.
To add insult to injury it is now very warm and humid.
I have to go now and organise our weekend away up north with family, twenty of us.
The forecast calls for rain.
All weekend.