The calendar may say Summer, but the days around here feel like Fall. For starters, the evenings and early mornings are cool, even downright chilly. Each morning, I awaken in the dark and in the evening the sun sets sooner than I would like. But the most significant sign that the Summer is closing is the slowing pace of ripe tomatoes in my garden.
I’m not quite ready to say goodbye to idea of fresh tomatoes, picked from the garden and still warm when they arrive at the supper table. It’s been a lovely season.