Waiting for the frost

Waiting for the last frost in the spring is sort of an anticlimax.  One morning, there is no freezing temperature, but you don't know if that is the last one until a series of warmer mornings convince you that it is time to put out the tomatoes.  In the fall, the first frost can be the end of most gardens, and it has the air of finality.  Each morning you walk out and feel the temp at 40 degrees or more you let out the breath you have metaphorically have held all night.  It looks like we have dodged the bullet for another week here on the NCR.  The tomatoes and beans still look good.