|I can taste these by just looking at them|
|A few beets are still left.|
|Onions have been pulled for a while so that they can dry and be stored.|
|The onion crop was poor this year as they didn't have time to complete growth.|
|I will leave the miserable sunflower for birds to pick through.|
|The remains of the bleeding heart|
|The bleeding heart in prime time.|
|Who couldn't like bleeding hearts|
My Dad and maternal grandfather were skilled gardeners. I guess my brothers and I were influenced enough that we all like gardening. For my Dad the vegetable garden produced a major proportion of food. Vegetables were processed or stored and had to last to the next summer. In Dad's day produce was not sold in stores. A vegetable garden was vital.
Sadly gardening comes to an end each fall. I have to harvest the late produce, clean things up and work the soil. I have just a small garden patch and I work everything by hand. I use a fork to work up the soil. My soil has become very hard in the last few years so I'm trying to add plant material to soften the soil. I get two loads of shavings and work them into the soil. So as well as good food I get a tremendous amount of exercise and fresh air.
So I've had a wonderful summer with these plants and will be ready next spring to start over again.