We at the last of our tomatoes last night. There’s nothing quite so remarkable as the homegrown tomato. The tomato is akin to eating sunshine (the peach is only millimeters behind in this analogy). You can buy hothouse tomatoes all through the winter but they never have that taste of being truly vine-ripened. Now, we have to wait all the way until next June/early July (I have a greenhouse so I can get an earlier start than some).
Sigh. I’ll drown my sorrow in a crunchy Macintosh.
Musings on Faith and Psychology 
I had my last tomato from the garden this week. It was tiny, & I had rescued it from the first frost a few weeks ago. It & a few other tiny green tomatoes ripened on the windowsill.
Thankful to have a harvest just before Thanksgiving!