Deth

Last evening, near sunset, I noticed it was clear, and the temperature was dropping like a rock. The wind had settled down too. I thought to myself, “This seems like a frosty type of night.” During a commercial while we were watching the Phillies game, I glanced at the weather and saw there was a frost advisory in effect. I put on my shoes and went out to the patio to bring the potted hibiscus into the garage. That thing’s getting heavy!

By the time I went to bed, the temperature had fallen into the middle 40s. It was a crisp, clear autumn night. The moon was out, and the wind was calm. It really gave me the vibe of being up the mountains. Thirty years ago yesterday, that was right where I was. I was listening to game six of the World Series when Joe Carter hit that walk-off home run off Mitch “the wild thing” Williams. The evening felt similar to that weatherwise.

While we have had cool nights, last night was the first one that made me think of it being fall. The air had a drier crispness to it. It was clear and dry outside. These are the best evenings of the year. I can almost smell the woods and campfires.

Sure enough, when I woke up this morning, my Ambient weather station showed the temperature to be in the mid-thirties outside. It bottomed out at around 33.5 °F, which is very close to freezing. I didn’t notice more than a spot or two of frost, but I would still assume that our garden is done for the year now.