Jack Frost
Or, since I live in a bilingual province, should that be Jacques Frost? Whatever. He visited the garden last night and did his usual job on our tomatoes. There are a couple of survivors this morning and we have now rescued those, but last night we neither took the toms in nor covered them up. Oh dear. The result?
As for the hollyhock, it was looking very sorry for itself early this morning. But, with a little bit of warmth and sunshine, he rose to the challenge and, while looking a little battered, soldiers on and on.
A wounded warrior, this tomato, though. The birds will get him, or the deer, or something. The cat has been very worried about intruders recently, birds and others. Here she is, inspecting the back porch from her watch tower beside the sliding door.
rogermoorepoet 
That hollyhock is amazing! No frost in this corner…yet.
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He’s still there this morning, Wednesday, very groggy, after two nights of frost and heavy rain. He hasn’t given in yet though!
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:))
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Stay warm, Roger! I love autumn, but the loss of those last sweet tomatoes is painful.
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It’ warmed up again today, Tanya, and we are about to go out to the Beaver Pond at Mactaquac for a little walk. There were lots of deer there last time we went, so good viewing.
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Have a wonderful time!
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