There are squirrels leaping through the yard all day long, rushing around with their mouths full looking for places to stash their nuts.
The falling leaves are bringing out the same kind of behavior in me. Stopping at the farm stand, I was unable to pass up the twenty pound box of ripe bruised tomatoes. Sauce! I will need sauce this winter!!
In truth there are already eleven jars of tomato sauce in my freezer, made in small batches as the fruit in the garden came ripe. But my squirrel brain says that eleven will be woefully insufficient.
Time to plug in the big freezer and get down to some serious stashing. Meals I can be grateful for in advance.