Much of the island experienced some frost last night, so for those of you who heeded the garden detective and resisted planting your vegetables a few weeks ago when we had a freakish heatwave: kudos! For the rest of you impulsive types, well, you'll reap what you sow, literally.

advertisement | advertise on newsday

I'm afraid I'll be reaping some nasty stuff myself. I began hardening off my tomato seedlings a few days ago in preparation for transplanting next weekend, increasing their outdoor exposure in a shady spot by an hour each day. Yesterday, I was supposed to be up to 4 hours.

Fast forward to this morning when I woke up and turned on the TV to check the weather. Apparently there was frost overnight and by 5:30 a.m., temps were barely in the 40s where I live. Panic ensued, as I realized that of all days to be a scatterbrain, I picked the one when frost would hit -- I had forgotten my tomatoes outside.

I ran to the deck to retrieve them, shivering and pale (the tomatoes, not me), and brought them back in. I lowered the grow lights to coddle them and apologized profusely. Who am I kidding? I cursed profusely, but I digress.

Anyway, I think they'll be OK. Anybody else mess up?