We made a bee line for the beach farm not long after we returned from Minnesota. August weeds had become September's monster and the order among the tomatoes had decomposed into a fermentative morass.
Many lay rotting on the ground, split, fermenting in the warm sun, fizzing spittle and stinking of solanaceous putrefaction.
Tarry-looking specks and alien pods grew on some tomatoes making them rather unappetizing.
Fortunately there were eggplants that only lacked for water.
Despite all the disease, our mid-July planted, retail Roma starts, produced a bumper crop of little tomatoes.
On Sunday, quite a beautiful day here in the city, I processed enough tomatoes through the mill (Norpro) to make 8 quarts of tomato juice and pulp. Perfect.