It's official. Summer is officially over. Even the garden says so, even though here in Southern California we're sure to experience a heat spell here and there in the fall. The tomatoes I planted in the spring are done and the tomatoes I tried adding in late August haven't really gotten off the ground -- even with the recent heat.
This year the most prolific of my tomato varieties was the White Tomesol, while the most beautiful (and big) were the Chocolate Stripe. But the real star of the summer garden was my corn. At its peak the three stalks got to about 10 feet in height (left, above the roses) and, unlike in years past when the marauding squirrel(s) took off with the ears as they ripened, I was able to harvest every single one. I'd like to attribute this to my prowess as a gardener but the truth is I learned from a fellow gardener that a hawk family had moved into the park next to the community garden. Bad for the squirrels but very good for the corn, which we enjoyed on Labor Day as a tribute to the labor of the hawks.
For the fall, it would appear I'm going to get a few dozen olives off the little frantoio olive tree, I've still a ton of arugula and the chrysanthemums are getting ready for their fall burst of color. Otherwise, I'm starting to think about what might come next, which is always the beauty of a new season.