The gardens near ready to be put to bed. Dry and dust. Tomatoes red, if they are left longer they will develop tough skins. The cabbage is raging. Bigger and harder. I wish I got that way when I got older.
Made 8 jars of salsa. Was interrupted by friends coming over. We drank a few beer. I pointed out my large cabbage. They were impressed. It’s good to have friends like that.
The moon was close to Mars this morning. They stayed up even after the sun showed up. The fall ain’t coming but’s here.