A Drizzle of Olive Oil

Last night we made the ubiquitous summer plate of heirloom tomato and mozzarella. We've done this only a few times over the summer, but last night was especially bittersweet knowing that soon our tomatoes will be down to none. The abundance in no way has caused us to take things for granted. We've eaten or given away just about every piece of fruit we've pulled off the vine.

And the basil...the basil that could. Over-watered by mother nature, under-watered by it's owners and stressed by the sun. Cut down and ripped from the ground, it's taken root in a vase each time it's been given the chance.

Looking ahead, we've decided to keep seeds from the last tomato we pulled from the vine. We'll dry them and hope that come next spring they'll sprout, bringing hope and life to our garden once again.

There's been a chill in the air. The hum of the air conditioner has been replaced by an open bedroom window and a small fan that produces a moderate amount of white noise. Soon we'll be planting mums and I'll be wearing out my KitchenAid with all of the baking and bread making I have planned.

Something to look forward to...