Yesterday was a tomato day, and this is a photo of my sauce-to-be, which this morning continues to cook down into a thick orange mass of spicy peppers, garlic, onions, and tomatoes.

And these two photos are my plain tomatoes, ready for the canner.

And here is a bit from Pablo Neruda's "Ode to Tomatoes":

In December
the tomato
cuts loose,
invades
kitchens,
takes over lunches,
settles
at rest
on sideboards,
with the glasses,
butter dishes,
blue salt-cellars.
It has
its own radiance,
a goodly majesty.
Too bad we must
assassinate: