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RE: Taking A Knock With Crop Failure

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It makes sense, but seeing that they are reasonably fast-ripening fruit, I personally find that tomatoes sun-ripen better, especially if you put ripe bananas next to them. While avos and mangoes, for example, that take very long to ripen and stand at risk of not ripening at all, ripen better when in a bag or when exposed to other ripe fruit.

If the tomatoes were still a solid green, id put them in a bag for a bit, with another fruit that is in the prime of its Etheline secretion. But if they have any coloration on them already, even in the slightest, I'd let nature take its course.

But I mean, if you are talking about frost on its way, the cold might retard the ripening process as well, so maybe the bags are a better option for you.

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There's no sun here anymore. It's rain and worse until May, so a paper bag on the sofa is the best option I have, although it's only ~45 - 55 F in the living room nowadays. At least it's not frozen!

That's rough, I can't imagine living in those temps. Ice falling from the sky, although an acknowledged occurrence, still seems apocalyptic to me ...

As a farmer, just as I, as a hunter, has familiarity with violent death, it must have come to your attention that even in tragic events there is beauty, and particularly in death come the most noble and admirable character traits individuals can express.

There is something unimaginably beautiful about snow. The still, pristine expanse. The lambent glow of the white purity of the lifeless fields in twilight. When that stillness is disturbed by bounding martens seeking field mice, or red foxes pouncing on unheard murmurs in the tunnels under the pillowed mounds, I feel immense admiration for the irrepressible vitality of life that can persist when the world is concealed and obscured so.

However, rain eventually soaks the fluff and creates a sodden slush that brings a peculiar misery I will never appreciate, except in the breech. Be glad, though you may not enjoy the beauty of snow, you neither suffer the banal torment of slush.

You paint the most glorious images with your words. For a moment there, the depiction was tangible.

As with everything in life, there are always pros and cons, however there will be beauty in everything if you care to look for it