The freeze came.
The hottest September on record followed by the coldest November 1st.
Sweet (potato) neighbors creating safe haven for small (golden cherry tomatoes) to survive.
But that’s not what I’m hunting for.
I hunt a little differently than many hunters.
But I bring home a haul all the same.
Tomorrow will be more of the same, as I’ve still more than half way to go here, and two more spots in the garden for hunting.
Like here. Where the sheets didn’t fully protect the green beans in the background.