The first snow of the season came this morning in big fat flakes. The goofy sheepdog puppy Flannigan had never seen snow before, and the look on his face as he ran around the house was of sheer joy.
We didn't do much outside today. We worked in the packing shed of the farm, sorting winter squash. We went through bins of acorn and carnival squash, seperating the bad ones, running them through the washer, and sorting them back into new bins. I've been fortunate to be able to eat a lot of fresh squash here on the farm. All of the types of squash are worth eating, but the butternut squash is definitely my favorite. The color and texture of a baked butternut squash reminds me of the sweet potatoes that I used to buy from the street vendors in China.
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