Winter Is Here, in Its Death of All Growing Things Form

So we stopped by the Farmer's Market this morning and our fears were confirmed: it's over. When we went last week, we pretty much knew it was the last hurrah. This week they were down to one aisle of produce, with at least three big tables of that was the wholesale grocery-store type produce. Sigh. And the egg people were gone, so no eggs for us and the cartons we brought went unreturned. We didn't need that much this week, anyway, but we did manage to pick up two pints of brussel sprouts (woohoo! a post on those to follow shortly), some apple cider for Angie's art sale, and some baby spinach.