Tomato avalanche

The vine is a beast; staked and re-staked and still attempting to swallow up my fence. The neighbors are picking the stragglers that refuse to recognize the boundary. The daily harvest features prominently in all three meals of the day.

It is lovely, and in less than a month, these sweet, flavorful gems, ripe off the vine, will be sorely missed.

I'll have to settle for this.