It was another relatively warm week, especially given that we are now in December.

On the right fork to Katama, there was a large field of pumpkins this past summer. On Monday, I drove by and noticed many of those pumpkins still remain. There were dozens of Canada geese enjoying them.

There is another large field at the Edgartown end of Meetinghouse Way. It is tidy and put “to bed” for the season with a fine covering of newly-sprouted winter rye.

I think I’ll toss some more around my own vegetable garden. It’s probably too late but it won’t come up if it’s still in the bag riding around in my truck.

I noticed a huge amount of winter moths hovering around the porch light. This is a bad omen for some of the maple trees next summer. The larvae of those moths get to work in the spring and can decimate tree leaves pretty quickly.

I should talk to Todd at Vineyard Gardens. The man knows his pests and can offer some advice.

The bright red winterberries are dressing up yards for the Christmas season. Too bad my own are already eaten by birds. Poor things: I stopped feeding them a few years ago to save them from the barn cat.

Two shrubs are particularly nice going into a barren time in garden world. Andromeda are blooming with their pink-red tendrils. It’s a great choice for partial shade and the big plus is I’ve never had the deer eat them.

Also lovely is the yellow arborvitae. I look for things of winter interest when shopping for plant material. We do live in a four-season world.

For all the complaining about the economy and high prices, everyone seems willing to spend like crazy on Christmas. We live in a “buy cheap and throw away” world. It’s time for my oft-repeated little poem from the Depression era:

Use it up.

Wear it out.

Make it do

or do without.

In keeping with that theme, one thing I like about myself is my commitment to the growing of my own food. My diet thus far this off-season consists of Irish potatoes, applesauce, grape juice, onions, leeks, beets, kale, garlic, sweet potatoes, pork and chicken. I’m a boring cook, rarely use a recipe and have a lifelong commitment to using leftovers.

People often question my work in the vegetable garden or in the raising of pigs and chickens but, honestly, we all work for food. I just try to eliminate the money middleman . . . that’s an outright lie . . . Have you seen the price of livestock feed, fertilizers, seed and frequent visits to the chiropractor?

A couple of corrections from last week’s column. In the paragraph about planting daffodils I meant to say bulb planter, not bulk. Funny how one letter can change a sentence.

In defense of my editor: pity on them. They have to pick up my handwritten work, decipher my penmanship and enter it into the computer.

Then at the very end, the beautiful photo of newly-harvested apples cut off the last line. It should have read, “I’ll vote for Joe Biden even if he’s dead.”

I watched the interview with Rachel Maddow and Liz Cheney. Two people could not be further apart on the political scale yet the interview was warm, substantive, friendly and respectful.

They agreed that after saving our democracy from Trump and his ilk, they could finally go back to their own corners and start fighting over policy again.