Pitch black by six o'clock here last night. Poor creatures across the river in central time saw it pitch black by five o'clock in the late afternoon. Heavy cloud, and inches of icy rain, and gusty wind and a suggestion of frost, could even have been snowing. So this morning it was a surprise to see a new Asparagus spear, easily eighteen inches from her crown. And it's a worry.
Raspberry in that corner of the Vegetable Garden too have shrugged off these colder nights and occasional hard frost. Handfuls are still gathered amongst glee and jumping around. The Artistic, naturally have enthusiasm, they seek the vibrant and happy, they look on the bright side. And recently there were two of them here, setting no good example I suspect.