The summer slips away quickly as its balmy evenings. Two of the cherry tomatoes in my garden have turned red. I shipped this painting to a woman in Atlanta last week -- I think I'm going to miss it. My fig tree had some furry little white bugs crawling over it, so I had to throw it in the dumpster. But, I'm going to make pickles from the cucumbers in the garden. Things even out in the end.
