Happy Labor Day! I expect to be laboring in the tomatoes. I picked quite a few yesterday and canned two runs (my canner holds nine quart jars so now I'm up to twenty seven quarts in the root cellar. Yee ha!)
Saturday and Sunday were days of pure light of crystalline intensity. On every side, there was something new to see in the world fresh-washed by Friday night's rain. It was a pleasure to be outside -- even if it involved the stoop labor of picking tomatoes.
And a trip down to the garden at the lower place affords photo opportunities -- the red barn against the Carolina Blue sky . . . the play of light and dark in the backlit trees . . .