Oh, blight. It has raised its dreaded hoary head. Here, the second of my green zebras, favorite of favorite heirlooms, which I had to pull up by the roots, stakes and strings and all, beautiful fruits not yet blighted, because that is the only thing you can do when blight strikes. In the hope of saving your surrounding tomatoes. And not affecting your neighbors, as it is borne by wind. And yes that is Clarence’s nose, he popped in just as I shot the photo.
Any time this strikes I futilely hope to save the fruit, harvesting it and putting aside. It looks perfect but within a day or two always exhibits the blight as well.
Oh sorrow.
My sweet Yellow Pears may be affected as well, they stand next to the Green Zebras’ (former) spots.
And the sungold cherries too. Will see.
BUT. There is I hope hope: here is the first perfect fruit of my Brandywine. Am appreciating each and every harvest. So much rain…funny summer. 
And yet. Terrible as it is to rip up the hope of a beautiful producing heirloom plant because of blight, impossible not to think of the other horrific blights of history, the Irish potato famine being one. How many people starved as a result, and how someone’s feeling pulling up yet another blighted tuber and recognizing the dire consequences would have been beyond anything most of us home gardeners will, thankfully, ever have to know. Is all relative…and for sure those monster crookneck squash are not in the least affected!!