This morning, I wished I could cry. I got seriously depressed instead.
I do not remember getting frost in the last week of May. Ever. We got it last night, and it might repeat today. That means that potatoes, which had just started to emerge from the ground, some recovering from one bout of late frost already, froze again. I tried to protect them with canvas, but it did not help much.
I also planted some beans and corn already, as well as basil and oregano. Most of that is dead; tonight it might get the coup de grâce.
Several days of work down the drain, and I am back to square one. The problem is that if I start beans and corn now, they might not mature enough before the first frost in the fall. I will still try, because that is all I can do, but so far this year, I am only counting my losses – first crappy germination rates and too hot and dry April and now this. Fuck this insane weather, this really is not normal.
That really sucks.
Man that’s rough. Our weather has been screwed up as well, but at least we haven’t had a frost.
Maybe we’ll get lucky and the frosts will be delayed in the fall, but hell, it’s not something which can be counted on.
I wish you luck.
Well, fuck.
At least I know I am not just rationalizing my own failure away. There were news articles about the damage these late frosts caused to our agriculture, and they noted that they were definitely out of the ordinary. I am not the only one to whom potatoes, beans, and/or corn froze.
Oh no Charly, the weather really isn’t right, it’s been incredibly dry here until this week, with the kind of cracks in soil you’d normally not see until August, and the awful thing is we know it will get worse. Those idiots who say “things will grow better in a warming world” do not understand at all.