I started pulling out the tomato plants this week. I'm always a bit sad to turn so viciously on the same plants that I tucked into fresh soil a few short months ago. Since May I've been trimming and tying, watering and wishing over these plants. Now they're chopped up small, wilting on the compost pile. There's not a lot of room for nostalgia in the veggie garden. Besides, the tomatoes were good this year and I still have plenty of them. They're mounded high in all my biggest mixing bowls and serving platters -- beautiful red and green -- waiting (not very patiently) for attention.
The cherry tomato plants, in the warmth and shelter of the eve, soldier on. Little Miss has no idea that they too will succumb to the changing season. She knows how to pick only the red ones and eats them out of hand like candy.
We ventured outside with a mixing bowl (I found an empty one) and basked in the sun. There's been enough rain lately that we remember to bask when the opportunity comes. I filled the bowl. Little Miss filled her tummy. The shadows were long and the spiders where out, both signs of fading summer.
Then Little Miss had an idea: a picnic. Why not. Dealing with tomatoes is hard work. A blanket, some lunch and a glorious fall day add up to the perfect picnic.
What have you been up to?