Frost is in the forecast for Red Oak House.
It was inevitable and is an integral part of the life cycle. On this chilly and breezy morning, Jim and I harvested the last of the vegetables--that is everything but the Brussel sprouts, which are left out until they produce. We'll see.
Together we dug the parsnips, the leeks, and the meager sweet potato crop. On his own, he picked the jalapenos, the peppers, and the last of the green tomatoes. Monday he tilled the garlic bed and it is now ready for planting, as soon as our order from The Garlic Store arrives.
This afternoon he tilled much of the rest of the vegetable beds. He has tested the soil and all is in good shape after years of countless wheelbarrow loads of compost from a huge pile at the city landfill. Jim's rototiller is a prized possession, purchased by his father at the Hettinger Coast to Coast store many decades ago.
All I will have left to do outside is pick up the fallen leaves. These we will use to cover the garlic and strawberry bed before deep winter arrives.
Our larders and freezers are full. All we have to go to the store for is milk, eggs, butter, seafood, and fruit -- oh and chocolate!