Me. Today. Everyday.
8.30.2012
The last of the season 243/366
Sadly, the last tomatoes of the season have been picked. When my husband told me he had pulled out the vines, my mind flashed to the spring when I'd spend a fair amount of time daydreaming about eating fresh-picked, warm tomatoes.
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