…I say, Oh boy.
We’re supposed to get hit with nighttime lows in the 30s next week, so after grocery shopping and lunch, I grabbed gloves and trimmers and yard waste bags and took down the tomato plants.
I did not realize I still had this many tomatoes. Possibly 15 pounds, maybe more.
I separated the ripe ones–about a quart of cherry tomatoes and several bigguns–and bagged the rest and stashed them in closets throughout the house. I hope I don’t forget about any of them, or I’ll be in for a messy time.
I see several pasta al pomodoro dinners in my future. And perhaps some forays into green tomato relish.
The peppers are still trying. One bell has a pepper about 2 inches long, and the Cubanelle has a pinky-size pepper. I doubt they’ll grow large enough to harvest, but I’ll leave them alone until the hard freeze comes. I bought the thyme inside for its second winter; the basil and tarragon aren’t worth the effort, so outdoors they shall remain until the inevitable befalls. I shall close my ears to their little plant cries, and they shall go the way of all things.