Weeks after everyone else in the northern hemisphere (including my parents, about 15 miles coastward from me) hit their tomato gluts, mine is finally coming on.

Of course, it may just feel that way because Wonderful Husband helped me strip all the ripe fruit from the monster Yellow Pear cherry tomato plant. (Two heaping colanders full; currently boiled and puree'd and cooking down into sauce, filling my huge crockpot literally to the brim as it does so. The lid is propped open on two stir-fry chopsticks to allow the water to cook off.) And then I harvested (red) fruit from some of the other bushes, which is another heaping colander full and then a little bit. Plus two bowlfuls of strawberries (which will become dessert in a little bit) and two dozen jalepenos to wash, stem, let dry, and then bag and toss in the freezer.

Oh, and one cucumber. Mustn't forget the cucumber. :)