It's 50 degrees here--by far our coldest morning since June. I think the weather won't stay so chilly, but the shift does feel sudden, and I am glad to have our wood in and our chimney clean.

I froze tomato sauce yesterday, then refilled the blue bowl with another picking. Tomatoes do feel like wealth to me. I was such a bad tomato farmer for so many years.

So today: back to desk work. My book launch is Thursday. I take the college boy to Vermont on Saturday. I need to find a book to read. We're having tomatoes for dinner.

If you're in town I'd be so happy to see you at the Thursday reading: Longfellow Books, downtown Portland, 7 p.m.