Last weekend I begrudgingly cleared out all of our tomato plants. It’s been a great four month run and I loved walking out the back door and bringing in the bounty. I got to the point where I took it for granted that there were tomatoes to pluck whenever the urge struck, but reality set in and I knew it was time to say good bye to the summer tomato.
J. went down the hill from our house today to the farm where I’ve always purchased tomatoes when we didn’t have our own plants. We haven’t shopped there in months. He came home with five perfect tomatoes, two of them heirlooms. Hard to believe, but this photo is of one tomato! There was a little mozzarella di bufula in the fridge and for a moment it seemed like it was August again.