“Patchy frost possible,” said the radio.

ALERT! ALERT! said the gardener in my head.

There are tomatoes and tomatillos and a couple of tiny peppers out in the garden. There is lots of basil and shiso, and pears on the tree. Frost is no friend to any of these.

I didn’t cover or pick anything. I got home late, I was tired and depressed (an unexpected $3000 hospital bill would be enough to depress anyone, yes?), and I decided to hell with it, the garden can take its chances. I shall see whether this was a stupid decision in the morning.

But whether it was or not, clearly I need to make room indoors for tender fruits, assuming they survive tonight, that will soon be coming in, and to rearrange the plant window to give the plants on the step their winter space.

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