Frost came through two nights ago. The squash leaves are gone, the squash are not.
The warning came at supper, so the harvest happened by headlamp in a toque. By dawn the whole patch was sugared white. The zucchini and squash leaves have collapsed into that dark, wet, boiled-lettuce look, the beans are finished, and the tomatoes I tucked under old bedsheets came through with only a few scorched tips. Every winter squash is in off the vine and curing somewhere warm. The full-size green tomatoes are in a box in the basement to ripen slowly. The kale is still out there looking smug, because frost only makes it sweeter, and the spinach and radishes I sowed back in the heat are up and don't care about any of this. Zone 3 gets its goodbye early. It still counts as a whole season if you were there for all of it.
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Create an accountWe missed it by a degree up here, so every bed is under a sheet and the yard looks like a crime scene with good intentions. Pulled the carrots I need for the week and left the rest in the ground. After a frost or two they taste like they've been dipped in sugar, and they keep better in the soil than in my crisper until the ground starts to freeze.