I do not mind cold weather. I spend a good part of the day outdoors no matter the weather.

Carrots will last in the ground until spring. Frost makes them super sweet.

I do not recall Thanksgiving Day being so cold as this past week. This is only, of course, in Vineyard memory. Thanksgiving in Rew, Pa.

I write this week on Monday before the big holiday. The weather forecast is for very cold temperatures on Thanksgiving.

Ever since I discovered celeriac and how easy it is to grow, I stopped torturing myself with vain attempts to grow celery.

My least favorite weather is windy. Last Saturday afternoon was pretty impressive. At one point I ducked down beside the truck out of fear.