Our life in the foothills of Calaveras County, California. The pond is at the center of everything. In case we should forget, the bullfrogs yell it out all summer long. A noisy place, but home.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Jars of Summer
It's been such a hot summer that I wasn't expecting a lot from my tomatoes. Actually, I don't ever expect much from them because they almost always fall far short of my expectations. But this summer they flowered lots of their tiny yellow flowers and then the flowers turned into small green fruits which grew larger until, finally, I was looking at eight plants loaded with bright fruit.
Yesterday I picked tomatoes.
Poom was right there, lending a paw.
Then Bruce and I canned them up. Fifteen pounds of tomatoes equals six quarts of crushed tomatoes.
Come December and January it will be wonderful to open up a jar of summer.