It has finally come. This is the last tomato plant. It truly means that fall has come. The crazy old lady is picking off the tomatoes so we can have a bite. Notice that Dawson crowded right up to the front of the line. He is such a tomato hog. And to think it was I who introduced him to this nectar.
What is the matter with nutso woman's hands? She says it is something to do with picking up poo. She is so easily sidetracked. At least she understands that getting us tomatoes is a priority.