There is a poem that starts:
‘Tis the last rose of summer,
It has been written about, sung about and sticks in my mind every summer – but this is Portland and roses are still most everywhere come Fall.
[The one shown here is the last one of mine but my neighbors still have roses blooming.]
This year my lament is for the last tomato of summer.
I started seeds earlier this year and shared them with my neighbor. It seems every seed germinated! We have had fresh vine-ripened tomatoes all summer.
- Breakfast with tomatoes
- Lunch with tomatoes
- Dinner with tomatoes
I love the taste of REAL tomatoes!
Recently, my neighbor was ditching his plants and brought me lots of red tomatoes so I can savor them for a bit. And green ones to make something with.
And I am left to wonder if my own green, but still growing, tomatoes can last and ripen. But it may not be sunny enough…..
So for me – soon – one tomato ’twill be the last one of summer.