Wife, writer, tinkerer, grower of food. I'm happiest outside our rambling farmhouse with a basket looped on my arm, picking dinner from the garden. That's joy right there. Please follow along; I'm so glad you're here!
We had our first frost Saturday night. I was ready. I wasn't ready. It's always bittersweet-- the end of so much work, but also the end of so much joy. Sigh.
This week the tomato plants will come out, and more leaves will be hauled and spread on the garden. The garlic will be planted. Green tomato chutney and vegetable stock and perhaps pickled beets will be made.
Still there is broccoli and kale and beets and carrots, plus everything that's already been harvested and put in storage. Pesto. Dried beans for soup-making. Thirty-five quarts of stewed tomatoes. Fifty pounds of potatoes.