The In-Between Season

This morning, I put on my wool socks and long underwear before building a fire in the wood-burning stove.

A north wind was blowing cold air, and the inside temperature had fallen into the 50s.

But it didn't frost overnight. My tomatoes, eggplant, herbs and lettuce were spared.

So, for dinner tonight, we enjoyed some of the last tastes of summer when I topped the pizza with tomatoes and basil.