Well, it's 6:26 and here I am still wide awake.
The temperature is between 33 and 34 degrees on the porches where my figs are.
The temperature has been steadily dropping all night.
I have a huge pile of blankets and sheets by the door.
Hopefully the sun will come up soon and I'll have lucked out and not had the frost the weather folks were threatening me with.
What a crappy spring for figs. Wet and cold and windy day after day.
My lawn's about a foot tall. I feel like I'm living in the middle of a hay field.
A wet hayfield.
Maybe it'll stop raining long enough for the grass to dry out enough so it can be cut.
But I feel lucky. For some unknown reason my figs haven't yet drown.
The weather channel says it's dropped another degree.
Fortunately the sun is rising, the birds are singing and I'm confident the temperature will start to climb with the arrival of the sun.
Now I just need that 6th cup of coffee . . .