Normally my preffered dirt road walk is a solitary venture, but today was such a nice day that I encountered a mother and son and their dogs as well as three bikers apparently fresh off the Tour de France. Naturally I don’t have pictures of any of those people or creatures, but rather the following cup-shaped leaf, which also reminded me of a lemon:
There were pretty grasses, too:
Then on the way back up, I was able to find an agate, aided largely by the sun shining through it from the west.
A small survey of the yard.
Here are some pictures of one of our hosta plants out front, post-freeze. I admit I find hostas a little boring. It’s probably because they’re just so common and they’re not always planted in ways that really show them off. I certainly don’t pay much attention to them. But as soon as they’re a bit past their prime, I start to find them rather interesting as far as color and texture go.
I’ve been distracted lately.
Wouldn’t you be, too?
In spite of the…”help”…provided by the cat crew pictured above, I have managed to help out with a couple late-season tasks on the farm. Mostly tomato-related. Here is what the two main rows of cherry tomatoes looked like by the time I left the farm today. Boy…there is nothing like wrestling with vines of rotten, freeze-damaged tomatoes.
A short while ago, they were lush and verdant:
Unfortunately I have no intermediary photos to show just how unruly the vines became in the last month (and how this seemed to render unnecessary all the time I spent trying to tie them to the fence). I picked tomatoes for the last time a week ago today, before we got a massive freeze that killed the rest of them off. Now it is simply a matter of sorting through what’s left of the tomatoes as they ripen. The end of an era! I have chronicled this to annoying detail elsewhere, I’m sure, but I will mention again that my life the last month and a half seems to have consisted largely of picking, cleaning, and sorting tomatoes. While I have had just about enough of tomatoes this year, it is almost a little bittersweet. But I shall try to persevere.