Not even close. This morning’s 7:30am reading (just as the sun was peeking over the horizon) read 42 degrees. Ten full degrees away from frost.
I’d been all set to rush out the the gardens this morning, but instead I’ll work here for awhile and maybe stop out later, before the farmers market, to uncover the peppers.
But this time of year, I almost look forward to the frost as the end of the season–the time to rest.