A couple of weekends ago, when we were outside, relishing our long-lived summer weather, the neighbours gave us big bag of pears from their tree. Tonight I hear wind galloping in trees and rain attacking the windows. What a difference. But the pears are ripe so I did a little more canning and thought of the stormy nights to come when we'll open these jars.
These are my penultimate tomatoes. The stragglers are still green in the garden. I'll have to deal with them soon because the sudden arrival of wet weather spells urgency. Get it in or it will rot.