From Philly to a farm: The adventures of two urban transplants learning to live in a 150-year-old farmhouse in Germansville, PA.
So, in my last post, I mentioned a frost.
We had a light frost earlier this fall, but not a "hard" frost. In other words, what struck was a frost that killed off the end of the tomato plants, the beans, and a few other more sensitive parts of the garden.
The day before, I got a few last good photos of the garden.
Here are the beets, behind some spinach:

The beets are actually still limping along post-frost. I'm wondering if a frost makes beets taste better? I'll have to pull them up soon, though -- I wouldn't want to risk losing them. And the tops are starting to look feeble.
Here was the garden, pre-frost.

The falling-over beans plant in the front, and the flowers (Mexican marigolds), bit the dust. To the right of the beans are some beets. In addition to the spinach, of which I have several rows (at various stages of maturity), I also still have a couple plantings of swiss chard and turnips.
But, sadly, I spent most of last weekend's garden time doing the least pleasant stuff: pulling up the dead tomato stalks, herbs, etc., and generally cleaning up in preparation for winter.