I love this time of year. We are bridging the fall/winter divide. It’s cold out, sure; it snows, but it still melts. The ground is not frozen despite the weekly snow dump. It’s been cold enough that the still-unharvested garden vegetables, mainly root crops, have converted their starches to sugars. There is nothing more sublime than a cold muddy late-November carrot, a starchy white turnip washed and sliced on a plate.
The greenhouses are also experiencing the seasonal bridge. The slugs, though still present, are greatly reduced in numbers. The *$#!% cabbage worms have finally bitten it thanks to the frosty nights, yay. All the lettuces have stopped their rapid growth and now are just limping along, the vegetables likewise are slowing down and just hanging on. Delayed gratification for the gardener, but that’s okay!
Little Edie’s only bad habit: greenhouse climbing. She spends much of her time snoozing inside the old greenhouse on the sunny path.