The garden is a weird mix of peak and dying now. The eggplant and peppers and tomatoes and zucchini are churning along at near-full force. But in the last few weeks, we've dug all our potatoes and harvested all our shell beans and onions, finished off the broccoli and most of the cabbage, brought in all the carrots—and the garden has more empty spaces than green growing things. Plenty of the green things are weeds; I gave up on that front in July. Also the sunflowers are all falling over.
Not a super pretty picture, but a satisfying one, actually. We are ready for a season of rest out there, and it feels just delicious to have a houseful of stored winter things in cupboards and closets. Now we can turn our full attention to the pigs, and the process of bringing that winter food into the freezer.
