Might freeze tonight

So I'm sitting here listening to music, loud.

Janiva Magness, "Eat the Lunch You Brought."

Clara Ward Singers, "Traveling Shoes."

Bonnie Raitt and Ruthie Foster, "Angel From Montgomery."

John Hiatt, "Tiki Bar."

Ruthie Foster, "Death Came A-Knocking."

Leslie West, "Stormy Monday." 

Leonard Cohen, "Everybody Knows."

Ruthie Foster and Robben Ford, "Stormy Monday."

Vaughn Brothers, "White Boots."

We're betting that freezing temperatures won't hit the garden tonight. The forecast says 34 degrees, with patches of frost in the valleys. Some years we gallop madly around draping plastic sheeting over the tenderest plants, but I think we'll play it cool and just pick all the green tomatoes when the forecast looks more serious. Fingers crossed, because we have a lot of green fruit out there.

I picked almost-ripe tomatoes today, and green beans and a few strawberries. And brought in the potted plants.

Yesterday we hit the book sale, then hauled in 25 very heavy cabbages. I'm hoping to give some of those cabbages away, since we have a 10-gallon crock of sauerkraut percolating in the kitchen, as well as a batch of cabbage-rich borscht in jars in the pantry. And there are a few more cabbages in the garden!

C. canned 10 pints of chili sauce.