I don’t even know what the date is….the 26th? 28th? I know it is most definitely not mid-month.
September is crunch time for summer preserving. It is the only time of the year I preserve in bulk. In fact, I have preserved very little since last September. Some preserved lemons, a batch of marmalade, and some frozen lemon zest (from my parent’s garden way back in January) are the only things I can recall.
Then…pow…September! During the first 2 weeks of September, I preserved (in one fashion or another): 160# tomatoes, 30# cucumbers, 20# blueberries, 20# peaches, 20# strawberries, 5# jalapeños, 1# basil, 2 gallons of foraged blackberries, and 2 stuffed canvas grocery bags of plums.
Whew. This girl is done for 2012.
But the garden? It is on autopilot. Thank goodness. It is safe to say that, in my less-than-stellar
disgruntled pissy mood, I am over it for the season. I want to rip it all out and put it to bed. You see, 2012 continues deliver fairly regular beatings. My Dad still doesn’t have a liver. We had to suddenly put our sweet and silly dog to sleep about 10 days ago. And I have had more recent conversations about death, menstruation, and (the musical) Wicked with the intensely curious (and not-yet-5-year-old) Babylady than my frazzled self can deal with.
Anyway. I am done.
But I’m here.
Coming up tomorrow? The Great Chicken Molt of 2012.