Where the sheep are yelling for corn and the tomatoes are sloooooowly ripening.
The first thing Cubby did when he got out of the car at home was run to the garden to see if there were any ripe tomatoes. Because he is definitely his mother's child.
It's a far cry from the late-summer liquor cabinet of old, but it's a start.
There was also a very large Mortgage Lifter tomato that I cooked for dinner last night, along with the green beans that I also sent Cubby out to harvest.*
So handy having a child to harvest things for me. Also handy to be able to come home and browse in the garden for dinner instead of stopping at a store.
We're supposed to have a few days of warm, sunny weather that should help the tomatoes along. If I'm lucky, I may even get enough to make some of Finny's tomato sauce, which is the highest calling for summer tomatoes.
Fingers crossed.
* Plus bacon and eggs and rice, because man cannot live on tomatoes and green beans alone.
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