I am elbow deep in brine and peaches and what-have-you as we dig in deep to the end of August. You can smell our house coming down the block and if you don't like the smell of vinegar, I suggest you take a different route. J at Putting By has been a great encourager to me this summer-- I put in my first order for lots and lots of tomatoes and am borrowing a pressure cooker to can up dried beans. Of course, this has precipitated the question of storage so I've been trolling around trying to find a big cabinet with doors for the basement.
Our little trapezoid has done really well, despite a cooler than average summer. Sam eats the lemon cukes like apples and the tomatoes are full of green fruit. I've stopped watering the latter and trimmed back a lot of the new growth, in hopes that they will actually set and ripen. I'm waiting for the zucchini to finish up (or for us to get tired of it) so that I can try and eek out a third season of fall greens. If not, I'll call it even and plant carrots and garlic and whatever for overwintering and hope for the best.
In a shocking turn of events, I made Ina's zucchini pancakes and all the boys happily ate them-- not once, but twice. We have been also eating grunts, slumps and the occasional kuchen (out of the Rustic Fruits and the Grand Central books respectively), because you have to reward yourself a little for using up all that zucchini.