Today we ate the last fresh tomatoes of 2005. There are still the ones in jars of chili and spaghetti sauce that we canned in the fall. From August until now there has been tomatoes galore. Fried tomatoes, salad tomatoes, stewed tomatoes, tomatoes in stir fry and shish kabob and so many other ways dishes. Some might get tired of the bounty. I keep reminding myself to enjoy it for it does not last. I dream of growing tomatoes year round, or at least perhaps ten months of the year in a greenhouse. For a couple of years we did until the ice storm of ’98 trashed the greenhouse. Maybe again soon.
Speaking of summer, it finally feels like January. Up until now it has been increadibly temperate like early fall or maybe spring weather. Certainly it has not been the 60째F reported by Pablo in the Ozark’s but still, unseasonably up in the twenties. The calm was unusual as well. We have actually been able to fly the glider plane repeatedly. Usually our winters are filled with high winds that sculpt the snow into sharp edges and drifts. The last two days have been more like what I expect for winter here on the mountain.
To dream, perchance to garden…
8째F/-6째F, 4″ Snow, Sunny, Windy