It's August and the garden is tired. I'm a little tired myself. I think the definition of re-tired must be Tired Again. I've been retired now for four months. I drink less, I swear less and I snack less. I've lost ten pounds, but my feet were killing me. I had to buy new garden shoes to keep my feet from hurting because each morning it was becoming clearer what a great evolutionary accomplishment walking upright on two legs can be.
This determinate Patio Choice tomato has done its best and is starting to burn out. I am on the verge of picking it clean and dumping it. With determinate tomatoes - when they're done, they're done.
The apple trees are looking tired with their branches heavily weighed down. The apples are just beginning to ripen. I use the early dropped apples for dehydrating because the tartness is actually nice.