I know it seems a little ridiculous but I have been tucking those tomato plants in at night. Using nothing but my finest vintage sheets to keep them warm and snugly while trying to postpone the inevitable. I am not ready to say goodbye. Not ready for cold nights. Not ready for the sun to make shorter and shorter visits. And I am definitely not ready to give up that fresh from the garden taste. The changing colors bring moisture to my eye and the smell of fall has made me weep uncontrollably more than once. The hope of a new spring seems painfully far away.