So, we trekked up to my father's garden today to help him with the Final Harvest. ("Doodle-oo-doo... doodle-oot-doo-doo... doodle-oo-doo...") Well, not quite FINAL final... there are some North Country palm trees still to come out of the garden:
Har-dee har har. Sorry. That's a little family joke. My father is leaving the brussels sprouts* in a bit longer.
But we helped harvest carrots, parsley, oregano, cabbage, and leeks today.
The garden is looking a wee bit bare these days.
After we filled up the trunk of the car with late-season produce, we stole a couple of the pumpkins that the kids helped Grandpa pick a week or two ago and piled them on top. And then we pealed out of there with our swag!
Thanks, Pop, for sharing another year of your gardening with us!
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*(editor's note: I have been informed that the correct name is "Brussels sprouts" vice "brussel sprouts." My wordnerdiness has been trumped. I have changed it to the correct version now.)
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*(editor's note: I have been informed that the correct name is "Brussels sprouts" vice "brussel sprouts." My wordnerdiness has been trumped. I have changed it to the correct version now.)
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