Tomato Time Capsule

I won't pretend that the arrival of colder weather makes me happy. I enjoy certain elements of fall, like the sound of walking down brick sidewalks covered in leaves, the clearness of the atmosphere from the lack of hazy humidity, the moody slate blue sky that appears against brilliantly colored trees, and let's not forget fresh apple cider, pumpkin flavored everything, and campfires. But, really, fall depresses me.

It's a harbinger of the cold starkness to come. And indication that we need to gather and prepare for the long months ahead. I hate the shortened days, and the angle of the sun. I despise how much longer it takes me to go anywhere because I have to pile on more cumbersome clothes, and then trudge through inches of snow to clean off my car, and then wait fifteen minutes for it to warm up. And winter is a total party pooper/plan ruiner. Oh, and don't even think of wearing any suede item! I can think of one good thing about winter and it's this: You can leave your restaurant leftovers in the car, without them spoiling if you're not going straight home.

So, in lustful remembrance of this past summer, I've posted an image of the jars of tomatoes that my mom and I canned together in August.