The season's first snow is melting on the parsnip leaves. More nights of this and they'll soon be ready to roust out and roast.
I put a cold frame over the harbenero to see if I could nurse another week's ripening for the chilis. Probably too little too late, since the smaller leaves had already blackened in the cold nights. I've chopped a dozen or so orange peppers from the volatile plant - which burned and smudged the fingerprints of my left hand. But there are still a couple score green peppers that I'll have to figure out what to do with. Create some vicious condiment that is not quite poisonous, I hope.
And certainly, the storm put an end to the beans. They are Jacob's Cattle beans whose seed I'd let get damp, so I planted them very late on the chance that there was enough time to have them mature. They stopped plumping in the weak autumn sun, so the result is over-mature string beans. Still, there might be few pounds to shell, and maybe I can make a meal of some sort.
I've been ignoring the fact there is still a short row of potatoes that I never dug up. Green Mountains, I think.
It's all an experiment this year. (Of course, according to gardeners it's an experiment every year until you die or stop planting.)