A few weeks ago, while writing about my reentry into canning, I noted that I had taken down our kitchen garden (the Hej garden had gone down a few days earlier) with the threat of a solid frost. I picked everything that was ripe:
Tomatoes filling our window sill |
Ripening |
But the gardens themselves were down.
Given the trip to Mayo (which went swimmingly well) and then some health issues with my Dad, I have not yet gotten back to clearing away the tomato vines and other plants that did not fit in the yard waste containers:
The kitchen garden after I tore most of it out |
It's autumn. Our days have returned to balmy temperatures. There is a concert coming up (Warren is at the first rehearsal tonight), we have some other things going on, and I knew I would eventually get around to cleaning up the garden.
All in good time, my little pretty, all in good time.
Earlier today, I went outside to dig up some butterfly weed roots for a friend. I had collected a bag of seeds for her, but I knew from our own experience that you can also just transplant the roots and get a stand started that way as well. Scattered between the brick patio and the butterfly weed were...tomatoes.
When I took down the garden, I picked all the green tomatoes I could, which went into the relish:
Some of the haul from taking the gardens down |
But I did not get every single still green cherry tomato: some fell to the ground, some were hidden in the vines, whatever. And sitting outside these last several days, warmed by the sun, left alone by the squirrels and chipmunks, those green cherry tomatoes ripened.
Ripe tomatoes.
Oh my.
Before we left for the Emerald City on October 27, I had just (just!) finished the very last tomato from this year's gardens. I savored the last bite, knowing darn well it would be June at the earliest before I tasted fresh tomatoes again.
But here they were: riches at my feet. You bet I carried them inside and washed them:
The very last tomatoes! |
I had a few on my salad this evening. I will have a few more tomorrow and the next day. And then I will say (for a sweet, second time) farewell to the tomatoes for the year.
Sometimes you find unexpected riches when you are not looking for them. Sometimes, even on the toughest of days, you find treasure.
Today I found treasure.