the last summer tomatoes
43 The change is upon us and the Fall mornings have a whole new feel the sidewalk is cold and damp underfoot the marine layer momentarily getting the upper hand on the summer high pressure at least on the coast and I'll settle for that. Soon the rattle and clicks of the summer will fade into the fog The legends of ants will climb aboard the mosquitoes shout "Hi Ho Silver" and fly off into the sunset. The harvest moon shines the last summer tomatoes are its gift to you
