The Remnants of the Summer

Preparing the garden for the winter is definitely more work, but a dear reminder of all those Summer days full of busy hands, big and small, full of chattering, laughter, flavours and colours. The dazeling sunlight and the peaceful shade under the trees. The flow of questions - too many to be answered, but I did my best.

It's time for one last harvest.

A small one, but leaving aside the taste, one very dear to us. "Because these are our tomatoes." We all worked hard for them. Some did the planning and the planting, others did the digging and some of the watering, some kept a close watch on them and others learned how to harvest them.

(harvesting green ones was puzzling: "But, Mummy, didn't you say they should be red?!" Ahem... The kid had a point.)

We canned some, froze others, hung some and eat some more.

And just when I was about to say that I was DONE with preserving the Summer in so many ways, I looked up:

Oh, yeah, more fun!
...but sweet.