The Growing Season Continues

Just so you know, the tomato plants are still growing outside my back door. There are a couple of reddish orbs that I'll be picking soon, and the weather creatures haven't yet predicted an end to the growing season. The tomatoes are invading the lawn in their quest for sunshine and have a reasonable crop of greenies for frying. Dad used to say that he only would eat tomatoes when they were green and fried. I've eaten some since and am not that impressed. Yes, he didn't like ripe, red, luscious tomatoes. He claimed that he had eaten his fill as a youngster on too many occasions to still appeciate their sweet redness. I, on the other hand, still like ripe tomatoes.


The zukes are giving up. They have no potential fruit and the leaves are beginning to brown.

The tennis goes on. We (the geezers and me) tried to play at Marie Park at about 5:15 and managed to get in two games before the deluge. We retreated to Woodbury Tennis Club via US 494 through a driving rain, and bumper to bumper traffic, to finish the evening's fray. We managed another two sets and a fraction before calling it a night. The courts at Marie are getting marginal for evening tennis. They are accumulating a lot of leaves dropped on them from the fading foliage, and that's distracting. In addition, the sun retreats completely out of the sky by about 7 pm and that's just not enough court time.