"Oh, these late, strange riches of the summer,
these slab-sided pumpkins and preposterous zucchinis."
I copied that into my journal when I read it a couple days ago, loving her use of language and imagery and knowing rural Oregon would provide me plenty of opportunities to use the quote. Then Jay walked in last night with a full backpack, chivalrously declaring that we shouldn't feel pressure to take more than we would use...
The little girls have been eagerly "adopting zucchini babies": the neighbors save them big ones and they dress them up in doll clothes.