October Tomatoes

While visiting my folks in Pennsylvania last week, Mom and I stopped at a farm stand. Amongst the gourds and pumpkins, they still had fresh, ripe tomatoes for sale. Their growing season is about a month behind ours and I was feeling a bit envious.


Until I got home and saw my ripe, red tomatoes.


Last month, after babying my bumper crop of tomatoes through a few frosts, I harvested the lot of them, green and red alike.


I experimented with putting the cherry and slicing tomatoes in boxes. I didn’t wrap them in newspaper or do anything special, but I did leave the vine and stem on whenever possible. After yesterday’s “harvest” I’ve now got two pints of cherry tomatoes in the fridge.


The box of slicing tomatoes were almost entirely ripe.


A little overwhelmed with tomatoes after I ran out of boxes in which to pack them, I abandoned the romas in the garden cart and hoped for the best. It’s fun to be enjoying fresh tomatoes this late in the season.

Needless to say, we’re pushing tomatoes at my house!

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It’s Good to be Home!


Dad and Mom

I’ve just returned home from a week spent at my parent’s home in Pennsylvania. It was a wonderful trip with lots of time for visiting. And shopping.

Within a few minutes drive are shopping centers with every type of store imaginable. At home when we make a shopping trip, it’s a family affair. With a 90 minute drive to the mall and larger shopping centers, it’s always a full day event and you make the most of the trip.

More exciting than having all these stores just waiting for me in PA was that I got to go shopping all by my self. I could browse to my heart’s content without anyone hanging over my shoulder and asking, “are you done yet?” I tried on no fewer than 15 pairs of shoes without feeling an ounce of guilt or the need to hurry. It was wonderful. And, I had Starbucks. Every. Single. Day.

Yet, once the thrill of shopping passed, I began to long for space. Space to be able to open the door and have a view other than a neighbor’s house. Space to go for a walk and enjoy nature, not the neighbor’s landscaping. Space to sit outside and enjoy the peace and quiet – not another neighbor’s barking dog taking exception with my presence.

It’s trips like this that make me appreciate how much of a country girl I am at heart. My well-being is so intrinsically tied to this patch of woods and the beauty of Maine.

It’s good to be home!


The difference a week makes – all the leaves are gone from my maples.

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