The fall-bearing raspberries I planted this spring are actually bearing fruit already. In fall. Lots of them. Nom, nom, nom.
The volunteer acorn squash haven’t been so successful. A couple vines died, but the the squash fruit weren’t really ripe. I’m still holding out hope for the others, including Mystery Squash #2. And in their inexplicable vegetable optimism, new squash plants continue to set fruit. Behold Mystery Squash #4. No way is that little guy going to get ripe before frost, but hey, it’s a volunteer. I’m not arguing.
Writing Every Day 
Thou speakest the name of the sandgorgon? Wouldst thou bring ruin upon us all?
Didst thou buy the British import of The One Tree, or didst thou wait a couple of months longer for the American edition?
Sandgorgons? Ha! A paltry threat!
Far more deadly is the invasion of the hungry, hungry snails.
Those snails pictured are of the escargot variety — edible. Are you not a predator?
Despite co-existing with that species of snail for most of my life, I’ve never tried eating them. Getting them ready involves rounds of rinsing, starving, feeding parsley and oatmeal. [Funny, why did I just think about Susan Dey, Karen Carpenter, and Mary-Kate Olsen?]
I leave the snails to the oppossums and skunks.