Murphy's law

If you live in my neck of the woods and expected it to freeze last night, you have me to thank that it didn't.

I leisurely harvested my red tomatoes yesterday, oblivious to the weather. Only when we sat down to dinner did I read the newspaper's frosty forecast. I jumped into action, spurring my kids to join our garden rescue mission. We raced the last minutes of daylight. 

It surely would have frozen if we'd left everything on the vine. Sigh.

You're welcome!