A Greenhouse in Late September and the Harvest That Saved My Husband

in his ankles had started to go down since we stopped the salty soup.

“We need to get the German Pinks off the vine before the weekend,” Arthur said, reaching for a large, pale pink fruit that hung close to the ground. “They will split if we get another rain.”

“Leave the heavy ones for me,” I said, taking the basket from him. “You just clip the stems.continue reading …