A warm September Sunday afternoon. The leaves on the big maple in the back yard were still green and the sky a hazy, bright blue. The last day of the month and the weather was much too nice to be in-doors watching football.<\/p>\n
I stepped out of the house into the warm, amnesiac light and surveiled my wild, overgrown garden.<\/p>\n
Green tomatoes to the left of me,<\/em><\/p>\n Green tomatoes to the right of me, <\/em><\/p>\n Green tomatoes all around me <\/em><\/p>\n What to do with all these green tomatoes?<\/em><\/p>\n The Farmers Almanac<\/em> predicted a cold and snowy winter.\u00a0 On that balmy September afternoon I wouldn’t hazard a guess\u00a0 as to the type of winter we’d have. But I was fairly sure it would feature\u00a0 lot of spaghetti sauce.<\/p>\n copy 2018 Christopher Donahue<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A warm September Sunday afternoon. The leaves on the big maple in the back yard were still green and the sky a hazy, bright blue. The last day of the month and the weather was much too nice to be … Continue reading