I spent the past weekend cleaning up our garden and harvesting the last bits of the summers bounty. This time of year always makes me somewhat bittersweet. Yes, I did tire of the garden a bit late in September and wondered how big the cucumbers I just could not make myself pick would get, but I still think I might just miss my garden checks every morning and evening to chart the progress of said cucumbers. While tidying up my fall garden a few things stuck out. My rhubarb was still edible, the Italian parsley is still bright green and thriving (hardy little beast!), two tiny rogue strawberries shone in the sun, and one lone spear of asparagus hid under feathery fronds in the corner. Two years in the coming. With the nights coming quicker and the produce lending itself to roasting and stewing I decided to roast the final batch of Big Jim's that were plucked last week.
