Anticipating a big rain, I pushed through pulling nearly everything out of the garden and planting it in cover crops.
We already had a frost, so the squashes come out – their plants are fried despite covering them. Covering only saved the fruits. Of course the potatoes, already late, have to come out avant deluge, or they will all rot.
Now everything is bedded in mulch where garlic will go in before too long, or else seeded. Not a speck of green where I don’t want it to be.
In no time, it will all come up in a fine green mist of mostly winter rye.
There are few tactile pleasures to rival plunging a hand into a sack of seed and hand broadcasting it:)