I've already noted that this year's garden season wasn't as impressive as in previous years. For all that, the zinnias hung in for far longer than usual; I've had a bouquet of flowers every week since late July. Sunday night we had frost and before it came, I picked the very last of my garden's produce.
The beets were a no-go and I didn't get nearly as many carrots as I'd like, though the green carrot tops from the final harvest made for an impressive mess in the sink. At the end of the greens were dozens of little fingerling carrots.