Diary 9/11

Visitors, family, and a little more canning.  Harvest seems to come all at once.  There is more to pick, gather, and put up for the winter than can ever be accomplished.  The wild blackberries, for instance, come right when I have all this other produce to process.  I will get to them this week, I promise myself.  The old truck makes a good armiture for a few roving vines.  The berries are happy about the recent rain, and now with a few days of sun will finish up with perfect sweetness.