the last of it
This has to be the end of the garden. Pulled a few beets and some kale for dinner. The beets are super sweet. Frost will do that. My father would only harvest certain vegetables after a frost; swede turnips, brussels sprouts needed a frost he’d say.
The weather is terrible. Snow most of the day. It turned to rain by afternoon. Walking into the wind it felt like frozen needles. Once it dips, and the weather lady is calling for it, and it’s overdue, the ground will freeze cock stiff.
There is still is a few beets out there, including one as big as a small cabbage. After today the deer can have them. It seems only fair after a wonderful year.