Yes, it’s September. When I posted about a late snow in June, I had no idea that my very next post would be about an early snow in September, but here we are. This year, from our last snow to the first snow was 92 days. From the last day less than 32° to the first, it was 69 days. This was an unusually short summer, even here. In the previous 5 years (since I have been recording the weather) the days between last/first snow have ranged from 129-158 days (2020: 92); the days between last/first day below 32° have ranged from 82-113 days (2020: 69).
We had plenty of warning and had planned as best we could to harvest whatever could be harvested and protect any thing else that might be saved. Some things will be lost. I’m hopeful that the remaining brassicas, lettuces, spinach, and root vegetables will be okay and may even produce more growth. The potatoes, tucked underground, will be fine, but I doubt that the plants will grow any more. A couple of cauliflower were planted in July and were still small–I will be interested to see if they survived.
On another note, I don’t know how these other bloggers manage to produce blog content throughout the summer when they are busy in the garden. I obviously don’t do so well at that. But, soon I hope to catch up and provide new insights to growing food at 9,000 feet.