It’s gotten cold here.
Not quite freeze your toes of when you get up to pee in the middle of the night for tenth time kind of cold… but cold enough to put the fire on every night and to watch the frost glittering in the sunshine on the way to school in the morning.
They (whoever they may be) said it might snow on our mountain last week. It didn’t…. but it was certainly cold enough over night a few times and if it wasn’t for those sunny mornings… well maybe. It’s been foggy and misty and rainy and dark and there is no doubting that winter is nipping at our heels.
And yet…. we are still eating tomatoes from our garden. In May.
These are the last little reminders of summer. Mostly cherry tomatoes that have self sown themselves in protected nooks and crannies, under weeds and beside compost heaps. They are small, but sweet and juicy and it just makes me happy to see my kids still outside in the sunshine eating tomatoes right off the bush.
I think we picked the last of them yesterday.
With frost warnings all week and very cold over night temperatures forecast it seemed like the smart thing to do. By rights we should have picked the last tomato weeks back, this has been a strange but added bonus. Yet it still makes me a little sad….
Tomatoes in May are a strange blessing in disguise… dangling the carrot of summer before me for one last time before winter really gets me.