Fall is slow in coming here this year. Most of the garden is confused with all the weather swings. The neighborhood trees are just starting to turn color.
My confused tomato, that had one tomato all summer, has recently put on a bunch of tomatoes. That's fine, I can make chow-chow with them.
The fig tree is producing a bumper crop.
The only things on schedule are the pomegranates.
One of the joys of living in a small town, my neighbors all know about the Angel debacle. They seem to think that my recovery will be sped up by bringing me home cooking. I may not know much but I know they are all way better cooks than I, so I'm accepting their tasty offerings with humble gratitude.