The clouds piled up and lowered right down to the ground, and rain floated all around. Driving into town, it looked as though the sky had fallen. Oh no, I thought, the tomatoes will crack! As soon as it cleared up, which it did right after my nap, I took my baskets out to pick the Heirlooms. These yellow giants are called Lemon Oxheart. Mine took forever to ripen, but look! Isn't this amazing?
I still think that a yellow tomato is just kind of weird. The photo doesn't show how huge they are.
My favorite, and first serious foray into the Heirloom tomatoes is the Mortgage Lifter. During the Depression years a man grew these and sold them to pay off his mortgage, and he did it successfully. They are very very good. Very "tomato-y."
And these are one of the Brandywines, and oh are they delicious. I have pink, yellow, and these amazing orange ones. Oh, and a dark one. IF it were daylight, I'd go out and read the labels, but it's dark and windy, so just trust me.
Tonight our Writers Group was two of us, so we took a field trip out to where the Vaux's Swifts congregate to fall into their chimney for the night. Notice the jet. It is way higher than the swifts, but I thought it was a pretty amazing sight.
The birds hang out in our area for a couple of weeks before they continue their journey south to Mexico. They fly many miles every day, and come back to this chimney to roost.
From here they fly over to the Sacramento River Delta for their breakfast!
It is incredible to sit under this spectacle. The birds gather as the sun is setting, and at a given moment they begin their descent into the chimney. They make many passes, and do not crowd one another. No one pushes or shoves, whines or honks their horn. A bunch of them will go in and the rest circle until all is arranged and well within the chimney, then the next layer goes in. We stayed until the last bird entered.
It was a great field trip.