Tonight, at dinner, we ate the LAST Yukon Gold from our garden! It wasn't the biggest, but it was sweet and it was the very last. Alex had the honor.....
|A glorious moment|
We'll stick with the Yukon Golds and baby reds..... But, for now, I'm content to observe the garden plot under a thick blanket of snow...and the occasional moose, or two, or three, that arrogantly tromp across the plot.
I thought we had coyotes when I went to feed chickens yesterday. I heard a howling....and every dog in the neighborhood answered back. It continued for as long as I was outside. Michael thinks it was a wolf. I guess we don't have coyotes.