It's that time of year again. My favorite season of all. I love the fall with the leaves and the snap in the air and the anticipation of the holidays. But the thing I love most about the fall is that it's the time when all the extra produce (except the apples left on the tree which I'm ignoring) are in their bottles or rotten in the compost pile, one of the two. Every year it's a battle between what gets processed and what *cough* doesn't. And my husband keeps track. He keeps track of every single thing that doesn't get done. Sometimes I wish he would count the things that do get done. But that's not his nature. He is an analyzer extraordinaire, and he knows down to the ounce what food got wasted. It makes me sad too, to see the food that doesn't get processed. I know he works hard to grow that food and I'd really like to get ALL of it into bottles, but my heavens, sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in tomatoes, zucchini and peaches. I just don't dwell on it. It's my nature. I'm not an analyzer. Of anything. Sigh.
But we're done. Yeah. One more year in the bottle. We have a whole winter to get ready for next year. Once I get my bottles organized, I'll post a picture of the rows of shiny yummy food. Or not. Organizing is also not in my nature.
