Diary 9/25

This time of year, it is hard to get everything that could be harvested collected.  I see grey squirrels scurrying to and fro with the same intent, and I have great empathy for them.  I, too, am hurrying to get all that I can processed and made use of before the next rain and subsequent frost.  It is a manic event.  Today it was strawberries and dilly beans.  Yesterday it was tomatoes and raspberries.  Tomorrow it will be blackberries and?