The 'weathermen' here in Red Hampshire were sounding the alarm about the COLDEST air of the season encroaching upon us the other night...frost advisory, freeze warnings, end of the gardening season alert. So my wife and I head out to the tomato patch to pick ANYTHING that has blushed...green ones were left to their doom.
Got up the next morning? No frost, no ice, no nothing. They can't get the forecast for the next NINE HOURS right...and I am supposed to buy Gore's bullsh*t???
“.....green ones were left to their doom.”
You have a knack for writing. I got a chuckle when I read your post.
I’m in Maine, so I know what you mean about the cold. I went out running errands this morning, and I damn near froze off my manly parts.
It’s hard to believe, but just two Saturdays ago here in Maine, it was hot and steamy, even along the coast, with temperatures close to ninety degrees and stifling humidity.
Temperatures were forecast to be in the mid-70’s this weekend, but they called it wrong (again).