Two days ago I picked the last tomato from our garden. We planted late so that we could have some tomatoes as late as possible. I think we made the right decision.
Yesterday, Husband grubbed taters, and we have enough for a big serving. He planted too much stuff in our raised bed, and this kept us from having a lot, but these will still be good for dinner.
I walked by earlier today, and there was one lone onion sticking up from the ground. I pulled it up, brought it in and cleaned it up to eat.
There is nothing left that I can see.
All to do now is to clean the site up, pulling up the dead vines and putting away the tomato cages.
I love the fall of the year, I really do.
But this - this just sorta makes me sad.
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