When I realized it’s starting to get down into the forties at night, I knew what I had to do today: get ready to move tropicals inside or into more protected locations.  So Avdi’s plants are now indoors, and mine are awaiting transport.

I also loaded the spare poles into the cleaned out shed, along with all the tinder and kindling.  I carried the cleared silphium stems to the open compost.   I made paths in the veg garden and behind the trampoline.  I hoed out some compost from the compost bin and applied it to the raised bed with the passionflower seeds.  I raked out E’s “secret garden”.  I watered everything out back and front.

I did my usual indoor chores and prepared dinner, then walked home.  Just as I was one block away from Watson, I witnessed an older man fall down flat on his face in a side street and just lie there.  I ran over and slowly helped him up and applied tissues to the profusely bleeding bridge of his nose.  Mostly his injuries were superficial, and he didn’t seem to be lightheaded.  Three other people came running to help just as I got there–two older ladies and a young guy who pulled over.  The man  didn’t need us to call anyone, and eventually walked to the next street where he was headed.  Still, it was disconcerting, and I could empathize.  That could have been me.

As I got to Watson, I saw flashing lights, and a fire truck was just pulling out of the apartments.  What was it now?!  The full moon is ebbing, so not that.  Anyway, I couldn’t detect anything off when I got inside.  Still, it seemed like an evening of bad omens.