On Sunday I revelled in a glorious autumn day. On Monday I looked up at a cold grey sky.
The little light spot at top, center-right was the sun, and without its welcome warmth it was an uncomfortable but accepted challenge to harvest my tomato crop.
Not very impressive, but given the cold and damp summer up here I’m pleased with this tiny bonus.
I’m given to understand also that it has been a poor crop season for potatoes in most of Alberta, due to excessive rain. Reports of rotting tubers abound.
Well, at 16 floors above ground I harvested these.
Again, not very impressive but I grew them in a container on a roof deck. Penthouse potatoes, you might say.