The temperature is acting bipolar again, flipping cool, then hot, the repeating the process. At least I have been enjoying the cooler weather when we have it. And I can't wait for more.
With the recent frost advisory Hubby and I picked all of our squash, under the watchful eye of Montgomery and his flock. They were waiting for me to give them a couple ears of overripe sweet corn, and not too patiently either.
While gathering the squash, there amid the dead weeds, I could hardly believe my eyes to find the squash still in blossom.
And with the possibility of highs in the 80's this coming week, maybe it will have a chance to grow.
Personally though, I'm waiting for snow.