Fall begins in a week, but in the SF Bay Area, we usually get about six more weeks of post-summer warmth.
And yet the sun is already low in the sky, lending the air a slightly sad feeling and a delicious golden tint. The weather's been strange this year, and I'm not at all sure we'll get our Indian Summer.
I'm torn between seasons right now. This will be our first autumn in the new (old) townhouse, and although I'm much more of a summer person than fall, I'm looking forward to the change.
And I'm planning on dragging a little bit of summer with me into the future.
Right now, I'm wallowing in tomatoes — still getting a few little ones off my patio vines (and if the warm weather holds up, it looks like I may get lucky with a new crop of blossoms that have been popping up). This time of year, the farmers are practically giving them away. The super-ripe ones are going for a dollar a pound, and I've been scarfing them up for oven-roasted sauce to store in the freezer. Got seven pounds yesterday.
Honestly, I feel a little like the Aesop's fable about the ant and the grasshopper. I want to be the grasshopper, frittering my summer away, but I can't stop "putting food by," as the old phrase has it.
And today, for the first time this summer, I got a serious hankering for stewy comfort food. I blame Dr. Biggles at MeatHenge, who posted a most amazing recipe for Wet Roast Chicken — you must check it out.
And yet... and yet. There's a nice dollop of sunshine out on the patio and some beautiful homegrown lettuce and tomatoes for lunch. Maybe it'll still be summer for a while longer.