Having more or less skipped spring this year, the weather decided to go for a double and skip autumn as well. This it accomplished by delivering the hottest September on record—on a par with a normal July—and then plunging straight into winter.
Lest anyone doubt my word on the matter, I have a graph for you. In fact, two. Note the high temperatures during September (nineteen days over 75°F) and the sudden steep plunge at the end of the mont– a plunge, I may note, that has not been reversed as we move into October. (Please see the second graph.) Rumor (a.k.a. the weather report) has it that we may see entire twenty-four-hour periods above freezing at the end of this week, and indeed today, with temperatures in the mid fifties, felt downright balmy.
Source: weather underground, history
If you refer (pointer please, Oscar) to the dates near the end of September, you may note that the last really warm day was the 29th. I got on a plane for Minneapolis and Toronto on the 28th, when it was still summer here. By the time I came back on the 4th, it had been snowing almost daily for a week. We got close to six inches several days ago.
We saw the change coming, and the week before leaving I scrambled around madly, trying to prepare the garden for the coming change. Of course I didn’t manage it, and my poor spouse was left to cover the big greenhouse himself. The beans, squash, and tomatoes there weathered the freezing temperatures quite well, but when lows dipped into the single digits (double negatives, in Celsius), they gave up the struggle, went limp, and died. I can’t say as I blame them. Weather like this is really more than a vegetable can be expected to put up with.