One sad thing about going away right now is that we have to leave all our gorgeous ripening tomatoes. We are eating them as fast as we can, but they are winning. I've told the neighbors to help themselves and will offer some to Betsy (the person who is tending to Junior [or Uncle Junior, as Chris likes to call him] while we are gone). The peppers are coming in fast too, but we are willing to make this sacrifice for the sake of Maine lobster. It's the least we can do.
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