Our garden is done for the year, except for a few pumpkins that refused to turn orange (our plan is to spray paint them in glitter and go all Martha Stewart on their asses). The productive harvest is in the house. Tonight we ate soup made with the beans we grew (the shelling kind, not green beans) which was unfortunately not very good, though the beans themselves were delicious. Two ham hocks=too salty for one soup. (Good biscuits tho!)

And we made a chocolate zucchini cake and invented/adapted a recipe for Apple Zucchini Oatmeal Muffins which turned out quite tasty. And now I will make another zucchini cake, and another dozen muffins, for the freezer.

And there will still be a couple of giant zukes and a basket of apples to go. I cannot imagine what life with a real garden would involve. Canning. Jams. Sauces. I did make pesto, but I just put it in the fridge.

I can’t believe summer’s gone. I can’t believe it will be all snow and mittens soon. In past years, i’ve been pretty proud of our rugged ski it, skate on it and make it your own philosophy, but I’m having some trouble putting my heart into it this time around. Still, it’s coming. Might as well try to be zen.