We got a break from the rain today. It's still quite cool out (but not snowy cool; this is the Left Coast), and entirely sunny.
So we sat outdoors with the doggie and ate lunch on plastic lawn chairs.
We looked around the soggy yard, stripped nearly bare of its vegetable plants, and started dreaming about what we'd plant in spring.
Tomatoes, of course, but the number two big crop this year will be eggplants. One little bush did not provide enough last summer. Cranky says it's the closest you can come to growing your own pasta.
Then there will be peppers, potatoes, cucumbers. We're actually sick of summer squash, but I might try a winter squash.
The onions are already in the ground, most of them volunteers from fallen seeds. Only the red onions reseeded themselves.
And that dumb patch of brassica. It was not a good crop this year. I had to hack a few brutally due to aphid infestation. And then the evil green caterpillars arrived.
So, no, not a good crop.
But it was sunny out. I had to go take a look.
There were cute little vegetables. Green broccoli, and albino broccoli. (Not. It's exploded cauliflower.)