Fall Harvest and a Cranky Mama

The weather around these parts has been making me cranky. I know I'm prone to exaggeration at cranky times, but I'd like to know when south-eastern Michigan transformed into Bangkok.
80-something degree days with 90% humidity is not okay at the end of September!

The gardens are a mess. I've been avoiding even going out back for the last few weeks because I cannot stand disorder and yet feel too overwhelmed to deal with it. The last couple of days I've been sleeping better (like nearly all night, not in an upright position! -Baby has moved much lower, making the carpal tunnel much better). So yesterday I found enough will power to at least go clean up the patch of garden in my neighbor's yard (the donated land!). I had various squashes, tomatoes and kale growing over there. Oh my, it was a mess. Armed with a basket, work gloves and a huge butcher knife, I pulled up all the squash vines and tomato plants but left the kale intact because it's fine and needs to be properly harvested. I sawed through the thick, incredibly spiky pumpkin vines and harvested 6 pie pumpkins (have a few more in our yard left growing). I got a good number of butternut squash and yellow crooknecks as well.
My mother came down and accused me of working too hard. I was literally soaked through with sweat. I crankily sneered, "What? Are you worried about me going into labor? Not gonna happen."
Sweet mother left my comment be and got the wheel barrow for me. We cleared all the squash vines and tomato plants and then picked up all the green and red fallen tomatoes that we could. The plot is for the most part, cleared. I just need to deal with the kale and then have G turn over the plot so it's dormant for the winter.

In our yard, ugh... so much to do. Really just need to clear the plots and get them ready for winter. The tomato plants are still producing a few red tomatoes, but I swear they don't taste as nice. Plus, I'm absolutely done with tomatoes this year. I keep picking and tossing them to the chickens, who love them.
There's a row of now-scrappy looking collards I need to pull out, and swiss chard that could be processed (I've been giving the chickens chard every day too-makes me feel like I'm using it despite really not dealing with it).
The pole beans are done in my opinion, and need to be pulled down. I've got 3 rows of Vermont Cranberry beans that need to be picked and plucked.
The broccoli plants, which have grown really huge this year without any sign of making actual broccoli heads, surprised me. One plant on the end gifted us with a really nice head that looked like it came from the store. I've only ever had measly little florets grow in the past (that's when a ground hog hasn't decimated the broccoli row). So yesterday despite the heat, I made creamy, cheesy broccoli soup. The kids loved it.

All this complaining and list making has inspired me to go out there and work. It's currently 66, very humid degrees outside. I know the mosquitoes will be thick and hungry for my blood, but I should just get out there before it gets too hot. This weekend promises to be a little cooler, thankfully. Here I go, we'll see if there's any pictures worth taking of whatever I can salvage out there!