Today we harvested our first homegrown romanesco head.
This year is the first time we have things still growing in the garden in November. This past Tuesday, I awoke to a light snow dusting, which covered the grass and made the low-growing cover crops seem peaceful and content.
The romanesco plants, pushing each other in ominous directions out of competitiveness, looked almost frozen with their jungle-like leaves capped in white, and the one romanesco head with it's frosty fractals.
As for the purple peacock broccolis, the cabbage worms seem to have won. And I'm O.K. with that. My thought process goes like this: they're definitely bastards. And we have already begun a relationship. At this point I'd like to know what they are capable of. Next year, I'll have some back-up plans.