That would be this year -- at least here in Pennsylvania, where invariably frost reigns and the leaves are all down by Halloween. Yet here it is, well into the second week of November, and there are still ripe tomatoes on my vines.
Just took a meandering road trip over upstate back roads. Burnt Cabins, Orbisonia, Cross Keys, Mount Union, Bellefonte, Snow Shoe. Mountains are still beautiful. But the colors are muted, uninspiring. Like a shoefly pie without molasses.