You showed up randomly among the spring crop of kale and chard and quickly swallowed them up with your fast-growing leaves and vining tendencies. All summer long you provided handfuls of sweet 100s pretty much whenever we wanted some.

I’d say you’ll be missed, but ever since Godiva decided that you were sheltering furry small mammals under your vines, I’ve wanted to pull you out. Today we did that and look what you produced:

The old timers around here say those little green tomatoes will ripen. Then I will turn them into roasted tomato sauce, which will be awesome in the middle of winter.

Thank you for showing up and thank you for making lots of tomatoes!

Now here’s the gratuitous dog photo of the day:

That’s gidget’s crate Guinness is in!