November 12th 2019
November 12, 2019
Written: by Miracle man
Temperature sits at sixteen
and wind chill makes it ten.
The coldest I can recall,
an early fall having been.
Leaves are now falling,
and to our yard seem confined.
Soon I’ll be kept busy,
with my annual blow, rake, and grind.
Making mulch for tomatoes,
I plan on planting next spring.
But first I must get past,
this early fall, chill thing.
Growing 250 tomato plants,
Is hard work I’ll say.
With Potassium high I can’t eat,
so I give them away.
But spring brings weather change,
and often severe storming.
I suppose, like so many,
I could just blame global warming.
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