August was a cool, showery month here in West Hebron. Scott came pretty much every week to mow (usually in August he gets a break and so does our wallet, because the heat slows everything down). We got a bit behind on weeding one weekend, and then yowza! everything was Out of Control. But reading around a bit, I see that everyone feels that way in August.
B has just cooked down a ton of tomatoes, which he will freeze for sauces and so forth. I sampled some of the brew (tomatoes, oil, and salt roasted in a 450-degree oven for more than an hour), and they are tasty. He envisions using them in sauces and soups; I envision dolloping them on bread and eating them for supper.