After a long, great growing season which saw my garden simply explode with produce, a freeze finally came, and as always, the garden is dormant for the year. It’s at this point that I pull up all the brown tomato and pepper plants, and whatever else is left, and throw them to the goats, who are always comically grateful for it. There’s a lot of garden, so I don’t give it all to them at once, so I’ll take several days on this task.

We don’t have a llama, though we might if my wife had her way.