The Afternoon of Yesterday Sept. 27

A slim chance of frost and so I put a poncho on each of the seven tomato plants. September is really such an unsettling month. The sight of ripening vegetables on warm days thread Keat's line through the grey cells: Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! the rest of the poem is of diminishing relevance. Unless there are small, smart and sustainable household gardens. Meanwhile, like the bees, I think the warm days will never cease. Then comes the intermittent frost alerts to gear one up. Still there is a little more good weather as the geese have yet to fly south. And that is a pleasant sight on bright October skies.