Frost is coming. It always does and puts a dagger into most of the vegetables in a backyard garden. But early this week, before the frost, I picked 4 of the prettiest tomatoes of the season. I suppose my little garden had saved the best for last. They were near perfect in size, shape and color, except for the one Heirloom tomato. Heirlooms are almost always a little gnarly, but this one – not so much.
For nearly six months, we have picked and eaten fresh tomatoes. We never did get enough at one time for canning, but that’s just as well. We did have fresh, stewed tomatoes on occasion, which helped to handle any excess.
We sliced our beautiful last-of-the-season tomatoes from my four plants and enjoyed them with each meal.
Next year, I may do six tomato plants. I look forward to next April.
