Final harvest

This afternoon Norah and I dug up the last of the potatoes--one of the funnest things about having a garden. It's particularly fun when you plant several varieties without any plan... Harvesting then becomes a kind of treasure hunt:

"I've got a red one!"
"Here's another white!"
"Oh! A purple!"

This harvest was almost an afterthought; I almost let it lie. Still, Norah and I came inside with fourteen pounds of potatoes.

Bring on thanksgiving.