For example, last summer I had a zillion ripe tomatoes by the end of July. I had another zillion by the end of August. I canned, I roasted, I dried, and I saladed tomatoes every day for weeks, or so it seemed.
I have had perhaps 30 ripe tomatoes up til now. Lots of yellow pear tomatoes but very few that have been larger than that. The vines are loaded with fruit, but it's mostly unripe. Green. Unred. Unyellow. The only thing getting ripe in the garden in this cat. He looks about ready, don't you think?
One thing I will remember about this summer is the roses. The roses were enchanting. I feel faint with alliteration when I think about them: billowing, beckoning, burgeoning.
And let's not forget the mallows.
And this charming Rose of Sharon. It's called Bluebird. If you look carefully you might see why...