The killer frost came... and killed!

Yes, well, on Thurday night the killer frost came and killed. So the timing of my poetry was apt! Luckily, I believed the warning on the Environment Canada site, and went out and harvested as much veg as I could before the bitter end. I could have covered my tomatoes with dainty blankets, I suppose, but it's gotta end sometime, and it's only a matter of delaying the inevitable. I was too lazy to do that this year.

I was thrilled to get about eight decent pumpkins, a few of which are in this photo with other things (Delicata winter squash, mutant pattypans, the ever-handsome Tristan):



Speaking of good-lookin' boy dogs...


I loathe that day-glo hunting collar but until I find something that is attractive AND washable, it'll have to do. This one is UGLY and washable; one out of two ain't bad. The washability aspect is very important when you have dogs that swim daily, roll in dead things, smear themselves in rancid fat, wriggle in manure, enjoy being sprayed by skunks, and so on.

My several varieties of sunflower did yery well this year too. I picked a few flower heads, but I'm leaving the rest out for the birds. Next year I'm just going to do a whacking huge patch down in my field. The cats have a nice haul of organic catnip drying in the pantry cupboard. They are complete and utter 'nip sluts.




And here is lovely Sophie in her own unlovely collar:



She's lying in the shade of the Newport flowering plum tree I planted in memory of my dear friend Carol, who passed away last November at the tender age of 42. I think the tree will be tall and graceful, like Carol was. Next spring we'll get rid of the post and nylons (SO attractive!), but with the winds around here, I think it'll need support to help it through its first winter.


If this coming winter is anything like last winter, I'll need some support myself....