The late afternoon of May 12th 2013, less that six weeks this side of mid summer's day, and a frost advisory issued by the National Weather Service. It's these sorts of dramatic moments that pulls a mind into closer and closer affinity with the men and women of the weather service. It's their opportunity to express emotion in their prose, wax lyrical, share mood. EER was unusually blunt: "Sensitive outdoor plants may be killed if left uncovered." I heard relish and keen anticipation in his voice, and I don't know about you, but I suspect EER is not person who likes his vegetables.
JH, who I am convinced grows his tomato on a balcony somewhere, offered: "Potted
plants normally left outdoors should be covered or brought inside away from the
cold." I could hear the nervousness, see the telephone call to a grandmother and
the worry. But for understatement, and pure cocktail drinking calm, a
person had to go to Geogerian/Dusty, my own hero of the National
Weather Service: "Those with agricultural interests may consider taking
precautions to protect tender vegetation." Myself, I thought the frost
last night, "Spiteful and inconsiderate." The Artist for her part, called
it a "A farewell love pat, because nobody was hurt."