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It frosted last night. The first frost. I only know this because the air smelled different when I walked outside this morning and picked up my paper on the way to the coffee shop. Usally my suspicians would be confirmed by the thin layer of white on my car windshield which I would spend a few moments just staring at until I figured out the best way to remove it. (I promise that THIS is the year I will buy a window scraper.) But today I learned that I was right over my second sip of coffee - somehwere on the back page of the A section in the local paper. we had our first frost last night.

I am sure the basil will be gone. I wilted stalk of black. But I am hoping I can save some of the tomatoes. I have been foolishly telling myself I just need one more week of warm sun and I will have six to twleve beautiful heirloom tomatoes and at least twenty tomatillos. But I just dont think that is going to happen this late in the year. I might as well pick them and fry them for lunch today and admit to myself that I dont really like fresh tomatoes anyway. I just wanted to see if they would look like the red and green zebra pattern and the bright yellow pear shapes that I saw advertised at the nursery when I bought them. I guess after growing up and watching my dad grow beefsteack tomatoes every year, i didnt believe that tomaotoes could be so exoctic, so delicate, so beautful. And I guess the weather will prove me right.