Letting Go

Sunday was the day. We went on a drive. It was gray. It was cold. I realized it was time to let go of my tomatoes.

L. and I went outside with a basket and gathered all the green tomatoes. It started to rain. He was happy enough in a hood and I like the rain. We gathered more. It started to thunder...really thunder. It was a nice dramatic finish.

We still have some beans out that are flowering and a few broccoli (from the Spring, no less) which are making nice small heads. The tomatoes were the heart of the garden though and it was hard to let go. I kept thinking a few more would ripen.

We've had 2 frosts in the last week. The maple leaves are rioting and the staid oak are just as green as they ever were. I was cutting up a delicata squash from the farm last night and I saw the strings and knew I would be up to my elbows in pumpkin guts soon.

To each season it's joys.