Blushing

We gathered up the last of the tomatoes today. Nearly all green, but who knows, they may all ripen. Chutney, green or red will be their fate.

TM will make and eat it ... I’m not a fan, to put it mildly.

Another warm sunny day. I carried on with the great potting-shed clean up till I could stand the cobwebs no longer. Those masks I’ve accumulated are coming in handy.