|Is the one in the middle waving?|
We had a frost warning last night so I harvested our tomatoes.
There weren't many this year. I collected 35 of varying sizes and left about a half-dozen small ones on the vine as sacrifice to the frost gods.
They're resting comfortably under the bed in the spare room, covered by newspaper. At some point in the future they'll be ready to eat. And we'll enjoy every bite.
Happy September, everyone.