We’ve turned the corner. I can feel it. The evenings are cool and damp and there’s a smell of earthiness in the air. Hardly seems fair. I haven’t gotten tired of zucchini yet.

In the greenhouse, the tomato plants are laden with fruit but none are ripe yet, except for the brilliant “Sun Gold” cherries. Oh, so sweet, but if that’s all I get, I’m afraid I’m going to have to file a formal protest with Mother Nature.