I'm still dealing with 12 plus hour work days and the most dismal weather ever, so this is a diary shot. I'm just trying to stay true to a photo a day and commenting when I can. As a writer, I kind of liked the way that brown and dying vine is still holding ripe fruit, fruit that is just starting to blush and pure green fruit that will probably never ripen. Pure symbolism...
@sarasdadandmom 12 hour days are tough, but it's not like I'm pouring cement. I'm a writer, which means my brain hurts the most. And sometimes, I'm just out of words...
Ah, such is life. Great shot. Tomatoes always seem to overwhelm the gardener by the end of the season. At least until that first good frost. But there is nothing that taste better than a tomato fresh from the vine.