What is the "oppression of the harvest", anyway? It is a rather clever phrase that I heard for the first time this September while waiting in line for a cup of water with some equally thirsty attendees at the Seed Savers Exchange annual tomato tasting. So utterly descriptive, it is that point late in a successful, bountiful gardening season where fatigue sets in. There is no room in the freezer to accept any more frozen sauce, peppers or roasted eggplant pulp. Even friends and neighbors seem satisfied with what's been shared, and cry "uncle" when they see you coming with bags of more. Produce may linger on some of the plants until the fruit flies start buzzing, and the aromas get a bit funky.