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.