In my previous post, I mentioned Jack Frost biting at my toes. We had unseasonably warm weather all fall. My "winter" garden was flourishing. Then the thermometer plummeted to the twenties. That's Fahrenheit. For those of you Fahrenheit-challenged, -2 or -3 Celsius. So one frosty morning, I remembered I had better harvest or end up with green goo.
So just thought you might enjoy seeing the December produce fresh from the garden.