Over a month ago I pondered the presence of spring. Now, June 17, I have decided it is not coming. Winter will be shading directly to summer it appears. The only question is when. Certainly not this week.
The threat of freezing temperatures last night spurred me to cover the tender tater tops to spoil the prospect of wilted mush this morning. I had already lost my tiny morning glory seedlings to the cold a couple days ago. Don't know what I was thinking, not starting them in a more protected place. The hardier starts in the garden, while surviving the frost, have definitely gone into no-grow mode. Can't say I blame them, myself.
The rhubarb is glorious.