Mom and I just realized that tomorrow is Friday the thirteenth.
It’s supposed to freeze tonight. As in, kill all of the flowers we just planted. All the ones that are blooming right now.
Opening fishing is tomorrow. That means drunk fishermen will be on the roads.
It’s the thirteenth. Obvious bad luck factor there.
So we just got done dragging in potted flowers and hanging plants. We’ve draped blankets and other covers over the gardens to save our tulips and glads and peonies. We’ve got tote covers on pots with bulbs in them. The greenhouse is locked up tight.
We’ll be hunkering down tomorrow, hopefully. We pray the frost does not kill everything as it passes through.