Ah, the beautiful, bountiful, overwhelming grasp of harvest time.
It began, for us, when a neighbour begged us to come take the last of her ever-bearing strawberries (and some runners while we were at it). Then the squash arrived from another neighbour, along with some overgrown cucumbers, which I quickly dispatched into relish.
Then I brought in beets, and more zucchini–which I thought I was staying on top off but apparently wasn’t– and look! Tomatoes, which I thought hated me, are growing for me this year in abundance.
Oh, did I forget to mention I have four cases of pears ripening slowly in the corner? Well, I do.
The canning jars are filling and the dehydrator is running.
Tomorrow, I’m picking chokecherries and my four cases of peaches arrive.
I need my head examined.
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