Got all the pink-ish tomatoes yesterday, and the green ones that looked like they would fall when the wind starts came in this morning. (Feels like about 10 pounds, total.) Picked the last of the shell beans, a bunch of pole beans, a few summer squash, and every cucumber over an inch long. All the rest will just have to tough it out…
I wish there was a good way to explain the atmosphere today, but I’m not sure the right words even exist. It’s still – and strange. Silent, but not… The birds are active, but staying close to dense cover, flitting through the trees, but not hunting on the open lawn.
Sweet Cleo is nervous.
So now, we wait. And watch. And hope for the best.
Stay safe, everyone.