I woke up to a fog so thick I couldn't see the house across the street. Fall granted us a little delay, but when it arrived, it did so in style. I braved the ghostly mist, cool and soft like, well, fog, and went about my morning schedule, greatly entertained by nature's dramatic decor.
I haven't finished picking up the remaining vegetables, mostly because up until now the weather has been warm enough to keep them going. I guess this week would be the time to pick up the green tomatoes, before the frost damages them.
The fog is gone now, and it gave way to a few rays of sunshine, not very sure of themselves, and this lovely garden jewelry, compliments of the morning frost.
I guess that wasn't too shabby, being able to enjoy summer-like warmth well into November, and I shouldn't complain about experiencing season appropriate weather conditions now.
The spring bulbs are planted, the leaves are cleared, for the most part, and I'm one good fall cleaning away from putting away glove, shovel and trowel until next spring.
If I read the long range weather predictions correctly, we're going to have a normal winter for a change, not the mother of all Arctic dreary that nature loved blessing us with in the recent years. Still cold, though, lots of snow, chilly spring.
But I did love the fog! Really cool.
My eggplants seem to lack situational awareness, and they are still blooming faithfully as we speak, only they know why. It seems quite clear, from the standpoint of a neutral observer, that they are not going to have the three months of hot temperatures they require in order to bear fruit.
This is why I decided to twist the hand of fate in their favor, dig them up, pot them and bring them indoors. My living room looks like a greenhouse on steroids in winter anyway, growing produce somewhere in there is not going to make it any messier.
The odds of actually getting fruit on the plants, despite the fact they are healthy and strong, which gave me the idea to salvage their overenthusiastic greenery in the first place, are slim at best, but then again, their chances of blooming heavily in November weren't that great either, and still, there they are.
I'll keep everybody posted on the progress, just in case you too, in the future, might be moved to grow produce in your living rooms.
I'm not sure if I'm supposed to add them to the yield table in case fortune smiles down on me and they actually produce. Does that still count towards this year's harvest, even though they mature in February?
I'm going to go execute this master plan now, before the eggplants risk giving up the ghost to tonight's freeze.