after a bout of brutally hot, foliage-burning weather, and
after a month of drought, and
after an invasion of creepy green tomato hornworms...
finally, the tomatoes are beginning to ripen.
There are few things better-tasting than sun-warmed tomatoes just
off your own carefully tended vines.
(With thanks to friends Bev and Marty for access to their lovely pile of well-rotted horse manure, which I used to fertilize these plants, and for the bales of wonderfully spoiled hay that I used to thickly mulch them. You gardeners understand, don't you? Pure gold.)