This morning I have a dog walking job. But in order to drive over to my canine charges, I had to bring out the big guns:
Yes, that's an ice scraper. And yes, I'm still in my PJ's and sitting as close to the wood stove as my laptop will allow.
Paul was kind enough to grab me a scraper on his way out the door for work this morning. Otherwise I'd be pulling out the ol' credit card and using that to scrape off the car windows. Don't tell me you've never done that.
When we first moved here, I had visions of never needing an ice scraper or snow shovel or one of those long, telescoping snow brushes that we required to get the snow off the big trucks. My Mom actually threw her snow shovel out when she moved down here.
She had to go buy a new one.
Anyways, it seems as if Fall is already in it's final days and Winter is just creeping up on us. Sunday night I had to cover my remaining tomato plants and the peas, carrots & beets because it was supposed to get in the lower 30's at night. Which it apparently did as when I went into the yard Monday morning, the plastic had blown off the tomato bed and they were hit with a freeze. Not really bad enough to kill them all, but enough to make me realize that it's probably time to give up on them. So I picked the remaining five or so pounds of green tomatoes and brought them in to ripen up. And I may as well leave the covers on the other raised bed as the next four nights are supposed to be just below freezing and daytime highs only in the upper 50's. I can't say that I miss this Summer's intense weather, but I'm not really looking forward to winter. I absolutely hate chipping ice out of the animal water buckets. Not only that, but the little diva goats won't drink really cold water so I bring out fresh, warm water to them if it's cold outside. Not that I blame them; I'm sitting here sipping hot Vanilla Chai tea and warming my backside by way of a wood stove.
So I guess it's really time to finish pulling the spent plants / weeds out of the garden. Even though it seems so barren and dead in winter, the beds do look promising when they are all cleaned and tidied up. Because I can already envision my plant starts out there. I can't even believe I'm already talking about seedlings. Somebody slap some sense into me. I wonder if Tiny Gardener is having the seed-shakes yet.
Although the summer garden is but a memory, I will still be doing some gardening this winter. I have yet to plant my garlic (yeah, yeah, I know I'm late) and I'm really going to try to keep the small hoop houses on the raised beds in the front yard planted with lettuce or some other edible greenery that can tolerate our (hopefully) mild winter.
Well, off to walk to pooches. I have a feeling I'm going to have to carry Cheddar in my jacket. Lucky for me, she only weighs maybe five pounds. Oh. The dog's name is Cheddar. I don't normally carry cheese products in my coat.