and interestingly enough, the woodpile, though I talked to it quite a lot, does not respond to whining, complaints or any Harry-Potter-inspired attempts at magic. So it was pure hard work that brought it to here
And yes, they've got to be pulled, one at a time, not anyone's idea of a wonderful way to spend a sunny morning, but alas necessary. Because a lot of hard work got us to here
which is the start of next year's garlic. There's a lot more garden work - it was waiting for me and continues to lurk patiently outside - but I'm starting to think it's possible to get atop the worst of things and make it happen.
So yes, this post is bragging, just a little. Or gratefulness. Or something. I'm grateful I could do these things again, and glad to see some of the stuff getting done. Sauerkraut is next, it's the last of the summer canning, and then, let the winter begin!