The November garden is stark and bare, with almost no growth to bring me in daily. But there is a bit of life still clinging. The strawberries are still green and lush beneath their layer of straw, promising yummy berries come Spring.
There are a few red onions that summered over and decided to start growing in the fall. The turnips are still growing.
Most of the herbs are still growing. I picked most of the sage to dry it, so the poor plant looks skinny and half dead, but it's still producing green sage leaves. The parsley is surprisingly still growing well. I don't think mine has ever lasted through multiple frosts and a little snow storm before. The Rosemary will hang on until the temperature drops too low, as will the thyme. The oregano and marjoram are still green, and I don't think they lasted this long last year.
Tiny flowers still bloom unexpectedly. What a delight to find them.
Inside the house, the carcass of the Thanksgiving turkey is slowly turning into a rich broth, simmering in a pot along with herbs freshly picked. Soon the turnips pulled up this afternoon will join some fresh store bought organic vegetables and make a lovely soup for a November dinner.