This is the time, too, of relentless grey skies. On these days we crave sunlight and sleep too much. The hens don't lay as many eggs. Everyone seems a bit lethargic and cranky.
Thankfully, even on these overcast days, bright spots remain in the garden. Broccoli heads are forming now.
And the turnips!
With or without row cover (the white stuff) they are thriving despite several night-time temperatures in the low twenties and many below freezing. Here's why: turnips grow wild in Siberia.
I pulled some for our supper tonight. I'll cook both the tops and the roots and give the hens the big outer leaves I reject.
Here it is, November 20, and we're still eating fresh greens grown right here in Paradise. Aint life grand?
