These folks are the salt of the earth. Seriously, I'm not quite sure where we'd be without them. they are some of the first people we met upon moving here, giving us a place to park and live in our old 1950's travel-trailer for the first winter we lived here, and have helped us out in countless ways over this past year in particular. People we certainly don't see enough of on a regular basis, but it's a pleasure every time.They grow a lot of food, every year. They have an orchard, a big hoophouse full of squash, tomatoes, eggplant, and big patch of corn and potatoes, and now a fenced in garden of raised beds as well. This is located in a warmer part of the valley as well.
Here, it was late last September, a frost was predicted for the following morning and they were trying to get their corn harvested and processed. We got the call after dinner (thus pics at dusk again) to come help and then bring home a big box of corn for ourselves.
I think it was that night's frost that pretty well brought everyone's gardens to a screeching halt last fall, leaving crispy dry and dead leaves on the trees and shrubs throughout much of the winter and even into this spring.