I don't keep a weather journal, but, unless I'm mistaken, we usually have this pattern of Indian summer alternating with chilly spells through October. In any case, Sunday's windy cold front discouraged the fishermen, but it didn't quite put an end to our bountiful tomato season. Our kitchen counters and all other available surfaces have been covered since August with tomatoes of all sizes, thanks in part to our counselor who piloted us through fungi, drought and infestation, and who must remain nameless because he does not like his name in the paper. They are slowing down, however, and at last count only three were valiantly hanging on to their vines, presumably ripening. Meanwhile the freezer is stocked with enough bagged tomatoes to keep us in sauces and soup through the winter. The apples are moving into the house and we look forward to pies, brown betty, and applesauce - each to its season. We like to think of this as living off the land.