Maybe this year, a critter won't eat my chiles? This - all the way from Santa Fe, and living happily through the Southern Californian winter - is the most advanced of this year's crop of Chimayo chile. It'll turn up a much deeper red before I pick it and cook with it.
Or today's heading could also refer to next week's impending heat wave, which we could do without, especially since we are already under siege with tiny, determined ants.
There's no unforced way of making the heading refer to what was the preoccupying event of the late afternoon and early evening: the gunman holding hostage people in the local Trader Joe's (having already killed one of them in an initial shoot-out; having shot his grandmother earlier in the day). If circumstances had been just a bit otherwise, I'd have been down there stocking up on avocados and grapes and green peas. Today's soundtrack was the throb of police and TV helicopters.