The cauliflower started to rot, so most are harvested smaller. The carrots are still being thinned, so we’ll have bigger ones soon.
More peas are up and new carrots as well. It’s going between freezing and 80 day to day. A bit of a challenge for the brassicae but awakening the perennials nicely.
I didn’t sow any snow peas this year… odd.
They didn’t mind their light blanket so much as their bean neighbors did. A small final harvest, but I marvel at any bean harvest in December.
The volunteer cherry tomato plant weathered the frost, so those will not be the last winter bites of tang.
And skeptical of the forecast, my love harvested the limes. Twenty two in all and when he unwrapped Bill the next day, he was no worse for the wear…including a few incognito limes left hanging.
I do hope the butterflies will return to the lantana. There was a true kaleidoscope of them alight upon the blossoms some days.
Picked wild and free on the hillsides I roamed as a child, packed, and shipped with love.
Measured, poured, spilled, and felt by tiny hands full of curiosity and mixed with love.
Poked, commented upon, and laughed at, with love.
Mixed, rolled, filled, and baked with love.
Eaten with gusto, feeling the love.
You grill it, eat it, decide it’s delicious Velcro, and wait for your husband to turn the remainder into pudding.
Seminole pumpkin roasted with brown sugar and coconut oil, on the other hand…
I was planning on sharing this harvest. Now…Not so much.