The frost demon has visited my garden and left blackened ruin in his wake. Bye bye melons, bye bye peppers, bye bye sweet dreams of plenty.
Ah well, it's always a crap shoot here in Utah, sometimes things last through November, sometimes they go as early as August. I remember cold canyon winds painting fingers of black through the valley corn fields one July. Thank goodness I don't farm for a living.
Global, warming! Wherefore art thou freezing?