That picture above? It clearly shows my mood. Of course, the dog’s thoughts might not be contemplative, but more about his next meal. Who knows? But let me get on with what I’m meaning to say.
The nights have been quite cool around here for a couple weeks. The forecast calls for more in the 40s coming up. It is September now, but this all began in August. The leaves on the trees are browning, although I can see some bright oranges and a few yellows from my window as I type this. The remainder of my tomatoes are probably NOT going to ripen. Fried green tomatoes, anyone? Or pickled? I’ve never cared for either, so I’m not sure what I’m going to do with them. Still, there are sunny daytime temperatures in the 80s this weekend (with a late storm), so a few more tomatoes could get enough color to ripen on the windowsill.
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