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May 15th 2011    Tim Candler

    Chilly days in store for Wax Gourd.  They like hot feet so their happy temperature is ninety degrees.  These forties and fifties will set them on the path to ennui, and this is a trauma from which they might not recover.  A Blackberry Winter it's called by those gnarled and even older gardeners who have seen it all so much worse forty of maybe seventy years ago.

   Much crueler  for Wax Gourd would be the cold spell that can occur in the early part of June.  In our tradition an early June cold spell is "A Three Rivers Winter" after a craft show in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.  Through several years that first weekend in June was dominated by gusty wind and cold, cold rain.

     Granted Pittsburgh is a little further north than we are, and granted citizens of Pittsburgh are considerably hardier than I, but a chill in June strikes me as an unfairness from a vengeful god and those who tolerate it with cheerfulness deserve their eternal bliss in heaven.

     It is just that I am reacquainted with my knees, I have long been  ready for the end of socks and Wax Gourd in the garden here would be correct to hold me responsible for a decimation in their ranks. 

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