I’ve liberated the last of the root crops from the frozen ground. They did not want to come.
It was a chilly endeavor, but a rewarding one.
Plus, I can’t think of the last time I was in the garden without someone “helping” and someone else crawling off into the shrubbery or gagging up leaves. I just hope my little helper isn’t furiously pissed that I didn’t wait for him to uproot all those carrots. He has a point: digging up brightly colored food from the earth is pretty well the awesomest.