Anyway, I go about my early morning routine with my eyes closed as much as possible (it just seems to hurt less that way).
I don my headlamp, grab my milking pail, and head out into the still-dark, very cold morning. Wait a minute! What is that glimmer on the grass? My headlamp is illuminating little diamonds on each blade. How beautiful!
I finally get past my sinus-headache-induced euphoria enough to realize that these beautiful diamonds are in fact frost . . . heavy frost.
And, I've been so busy with other things, that I've failed to check the weather forecast and erect the cold frame that could've saved my poor garden plants.
I know they say not to cry over spilled milk, but surely it's acceptable to shed a tear over frosted kale. Yesterday, it was so healthy and beautiful. Now, it may not be salvageable.
Looks like my procrastination has come back to frost-bite me in the bum!