You know what this means, don’t you? The rainy season has begun. We had our first storm the other day, and this week promises to be a gorgeous Indian summer, but the mornings are crisp and that smoky, wild feeling rides the night air. I picked a very decent crop of tomatillos the other day and put up some salsa; this week, I’ll turn my attention to those tomatoes now at risk of cracking in the wet weather. And then what, fall? Fall. Fall!