T'ma'os!

Funny how fruit works.

For most of the summer, the tomato plants were just green. Now and again two or three would flush orange-red enough to be picked and devoured, but most just waited, swelling.

And, overnight it seems, they just kind of exploded into red ripe juicy ones. We had a bucketfull. Six bags worth were prepped and frozen.

It's like they were synchronized or something.

There are still some too green to pick and eat, and there are still a few late blossums, but those are the jonny-come-latelys.

Mercifully, although I've been set to tomato-harvesting, spiders in that patch are few in number. Oh, they are there. But I haven't freaked out yet.

I've heard the distinctive scent of a tomato plant compared to "cat piss". Now, I have cats. Their piss does not smell like tomato plants. Tomato plants smell like... they smell like this one vacation to Italy, one place where big green acrid-scented bamboo stalks grew tall, and could be pulled out of the ground and used like staves for fighting.

Yeah... it's a green scent, a plant smell. Not a particularly pleasant one, but not like urine either.