Ode to the Final Tomato of 2013

One final red tomato.
The end.
Summer is officially over.
Who cares about what the weatherman says?
Who cares about what the calendar says?

The remaining green tomatoes were picked.
Saved from frost.
Made into a green tomato salsa experiment.
What about this last red tomato?
Doesn’t it deserve an epic departure?

A tomato sandwich, on toast.
Multigrain wheat bread.
With tortilla chips and cheese.
Wouldn’t any tomato be proud to go like this?
Is there a finer way to enter winter?