Time for tough love

An apple a day, but what about four or five? Our beloved apple tree is producing profusely for the first time since we moved here. That's likely do to timely pruning, another first. Now we're being showered with fruit and we can't keep up.
I don't can food. I never learned and really don't have time (I write as I hear the boy gleefully waking.) We don't care for apple pie so I'll have to try a crisp. Yes, I think the spousal unit would enjoy that. Otherwise I'm going to be handing out apples to the neighbors, whether they want them or not!
In the vegetable bed the squash has become a thug, spreading its gigantic self wherever it pleases. I've never been good at containing vegetables; don't have the heart no matter how much I read you must be strong and yes, sometimes ruthless.
Time has escaped us this summer and I never got around to building a support for this space hog. Now I'm at a loss for what I should do. It appears it's already taken out the onions but at least now it's heading outside the boundary of the bed.

So sweet, you see why I can't bring myself to discipline the little monster? It's for the greater good, though, right?The nasturtium takes its cue from the squash, but this delicate and tasty treat can do little more than look pretty as it cascades over the edge of the bed.
I have grown broccoli. I'm very pleased with how this is coming along, despite a little worm that has made swiss cheese of some of the leaves. But, again, I must buck up and take the knife to this florette so it will produce more, albeit smaller clusters.