Friday, September 2, 2011

It's not over until the fat tomato sings.

I don't want to sound like Debbie Downer, but I will go mad if I hear the term "end of summer" one more time. I'm not ready. This would be why.
This is the bounty from my tomato patch. Year-to-date. This one tomato. It was picked yesterday.
Better perspective. A dinner party this does not make.

This was one day's harvest from last year's garden. One day's.
I still have tomato and avocado salads to make,
Caprese salads to share.
I'd like to make sauce.
I've been working on this for a very long time. I'm emotionally invested.
And we're close...
...very close.

So the brakes are on, and the flip flops stay out. I will be wearing white after Labor Day and cannot be persuaded to look at a fall sweater (sorry, Ronnie). Summer is hereby extended until I find at least one big fat red juicy ripe tomato in my garden and I've had my fill of Greek salad and BLT's.   
Who's with me?

1 comment:

  1. I'm right there with you. My tomatoes are only just now getting color, too. Of course with 2 wild boys at home + friends all summer, I'm ready to declare summer over, but once school starts up - I'll be looking for my flip flops and sunglasses to join you in your prolonged summer.