There is still life in the garden. The tomatoes are finally producing. I don't know about where you live, but the beginning of summer was so slow here that crops like tomatoes are very late in ripening. We've been wondering how many we would get before the first frost.
Really, I have quite a few. Tonight I'll make some sauce and can it.
I have about 20 pounds. The squash are producing nicely too.
There are still bright spots around the back. The snapdragons never stop.
The Rudbecka are still lovely. Even the spent blossoms are interesting texture.
Borage. All swaying in the gentle, fall breeze. All blooming the hearts out till the first frost. The crispness is in the air. I need to pay attention to each one everyday. Soon their cheerful faces will be a memory that I dream about in the cold of winter.