From Philly to a farm: The adventures of two urban transplants learning to live in a 150-year-old farmhouse in Germansville, PA.
The garden has been looking a bit ratty of late. It's late summer and, well, there aren't a whole hell of a lot of vegetables that perk up and get giddy at the thought of hot, dry weather. Except for tomatoes.

We've got a bumper crop this year off of four plants: two plum and two beefsteak. Believe it or not, the small tomatoes above are beefsteak. They taste great -- very sweet and hearty -- but they're just miniaturized, a bit larger than cherry tomatoes. Perhaps we should have pinched off some of the buds on the beefsteak plants? I'm not sure, but even miniaturized, I'm loving 'em. Our plum tomatoes, on the other hand, are gargantuan. Gina's hoping to can a portion of them and the rest are destined for some great sauces.
More painting this weekend, but I took it rather slow. It's a birthday weekend; I can afford to slack.