October arrived and with it the first frosts of the season.\u00a0\u00a0The weather report warned of an impending freeze so I went\u00a0out before work \u00a0for the last harvest. The plants were\u00a0so heavy with green tomatoes, they were literally leaning over.\u00a0\u00a0And that was despite my wife picking a bowl full the day before.\u00a0\u00a0It seemed a shame\u00a0to harvest them before they vine ripened red. The previous year, \u00a0we followed some\u00a0farmer wisdom and put the green tomatoes in a paper bag to ripen in a dark cool area of the basement. It wasn’t such a good idea because we forgot, and found the tomatoes rotted in a paper bag, in a dark cool area of the basement, sometime in February.<\/p>\n
Still, I regretted the season wasn’t longer.\u00a0 Regret of course, is something to be avoided, so I put that out of my mind. Certainly in life and the world these days, there’s more to fret about than green tomatoes.<\/p>\n
In the ensuing month, the presidential election, war in Syria and other worries made me forget about the tomatoes.<\/p>\n
Then Thanksgiving arrived.\u00a0 I was considering\u00a0all I had to give thanks for when I noticed\u00a0a tray full of beautiful red-ripe tomatoes where the green tomatoes used to be.\u00a0 Without my worrying about it, the tomatoes turned out fine. And just in time for Turkey-Day dinner.<\/p>\n
And that’s usually how things turn out, for which I should always give Thanksgiving.<\/p>\n
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