If last weekend was the inside clean-up weekend, this weekend was the outside one.
With digging assistance from the Kid, I got some garlic in the ground. It's a few weeks early, but better early than not at all, yes?
And then we picked yet another huge basket of peppers. I swear, our garden soil has voodoo pepper magic. If we don't get a frost in the next 10 days we'll probably have to go pick again, but if that happens I'm taking them all straight to the food bank--do not pass go, do not collect $200. I can't store anymore dried peppers. (Sweet Husband is experimenting with smoking this batch--let you know how it turns out.)
And then we cut back the raspberries and planted spring bulbs and cleaned the chicken coop and burned all of the fallen tree limbs. It was every bit as much work as it sounds like, but it was such a nice day for it. I love these days in fall (and in spring, too) when you can tuck into a big, hearty dinner and tumble into bed in good conscience, having earned both well.