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Final grades were posted, and tuition bills paid–just in time. The boys loaded backpacks into the car and headed home ahead of the pre-Christmas cold front coming to Flagstaff. The day after Christmas was set aside for family time in the garden. Here is a view from the chicken coop. Home for the HolidaysBok choy always grows well in our gardens. This came from the upper beds Bryon and I planted a few weeks ago.Home for the HolidaysBryon rigged the framing himself and draped the netting over it. Plastic sheeting covered both beds while the seeds were sprouting.Home for the HolidaysSome of our lettuce (and a stowaway). Volunteer plants sneak into the beds and make themselves at home. Not all of them are weeds.Home for the HolidaysSome, but not all, of the persimmons are ripe. This is the first year the deer, raccoons, and coyotes didn’t get to the fruit first.Home for the HolidaysLemons! Time for tea.Home for the HolidaysBryon and the boys digging for sweet potatoes. He and I had already harvested a wheelbarrow full of them for Thanksgiving, and there were plenty left down there.The goal was to dig them out intact.Home for the HolidaysNick, with one of our sweet potatoes. Home for the HolidaysThey dug out several of these, which we estimate weigh at least five or six pounds. Home for the HolidaysEven now we can still scrounge a ripe pepper or two. Home for the HolidaysSweet potato leaves, which give a hint of what’s growing on runners in the soil below.Home for the HolidaysThe final haul? We estimated about two hundred pounds of sweet potatoes. Let’s see … there’s soup, bread, pie, stew …