Corny, I know, but on the eve of a possible frost my happy-go-lucky feeling of garden abundance has suddenly dwindled and I can now recognize the scarcity of the months that lay ahead. I was happy to be able to share some of my best tomatoes with my grandmother this year, delivered safely through a window of her apartment. She said of the Brandywine that it was the best tomato she had ever had. Of course, her tomatoes of late are nearly inedible things, imported from wherever and pink and mealy upon arrival. Can you imagine? If you have a tomato, even if it is the saved remnants of the first killing frost, consider the joy of gifting it to someone who would really appreciate it.