We had already picked all the tomatoes that had shown any hint of blushing, but there were still lots of green ones left on the vines—far too many to gather in a hasty session by torchlight. Covering the plants was also impractical, as the trellises are far too tall. So we settled for picking the largest few green fruits on the vines, covering our one stand-alone plant (a Vivacious tomato given to us by our friend Louise, which we planted out in the old asparagus bed), and hoping the smaller fruits would survive the frost. Fortunately, this plan seems to have worked, as nearly all the tomatoes left on the vines made it through unscathed. We might even have been able to get away with leaving the few big ones that we picked, but we thought it was better to take our chances with box-ripening than with frost. And even if the green ones don't ripen up, our tomato harvest to date is certainly nothing to complain about: over 1,000 of the little Sun Golds, and more than 450 of the larger varieties. (I observed to my dad, who is a fan of both gardening and classical music, that the tomato section of my garden log was starting to look like Leporello's notebook.) It's by far the biggest haul of tomatoes we've ever had, and quite an impressive showing for only nine plants.
Then, a little later in the week, Brian decided to go ahead and pick all our butternut squash. He'd observed that the plants had already died back, and while the squash wouldn't come to any harm hanging out there on the withered vines, they'd be more accessible if we brought them indoors. We'd already picked and used two of them, so the ones you see here bring our total to nine fruits totaling about 20 pounds. That's a pretty average harvest for us—better than last year's six squash, but nowhere near as good as the 42 pounds we got in 2024. Next year we may try adding a second variety to the mix and seeing if that boosts our total yield.There are a few crops left in the garden that are still producing. Brian's continuing to gather in the green tomatoes as they blush, and we're still getting beans off our Climbing French vines. (They've also been having an exceptionally good year, producing about 8.5 pounds so far—about four times as much as they've ever given us before, and more than three times as much as our normally prolific Provider beans. I would say we got a particularly good batch of seeds, but they were just saved from last year's crop, so I guess the credit belongs to the hot summer weather.) And, amazingly for early November, we're still getting a trickle of raspberries from our canes, which have already yielded over 42 cups—not their absolute best harvest ever, but far better than average.
Still, with the clocks now turned back for winter and the air growing steadily nippier, it's clear the end is in sight. By the end of the month, most likely, the remaining produce will be all gathered in. After that, we'll have to subsist on supermarket veggies until spring, eked out by the few containers of home-grown bounty in our freezer (a few pints of tomato puree and a smaller one of basil). We could try growing another tray of microgreens just to spice things up, but most of our gardening efforts will be focused on planning ahead for next year.
