Larry picked these yesterday, and they are just perfect--sweet and tart, cold from the cool night temperatures and best of all--bite-sized. I want to hoard them and eat just one a day to make them last but I know they won't keep that long.
There is always next year to look forward to, I suppose. Insert big sigh here. Without a doubt, these tasty little tomatoes are one of my top five varieties-in no particular order, the others are Brandywine, Amish Paste, Hillbilly, and German Pinks. All heritage varieties, actually.
This is, I suppose the official good-bye to summer. In two months the new seed catalogs will arrive and we will plan, once again, the perfect garden in our minds, with neat rows, careful stakes, mulch, trellises, and not a weed to be seen. I have yet to actually see that garden but in my mind it is a thing of beauty and each year there is the possibility that it may become reality, this time.
Hope springs eternal in the gardener's breast, does it not?
