It's getting close to one of my favourite times of the year. Yeah, I love autumn, and I don't care who knows it.
One of the best bits of it is the harvest. Back on the farm we were getting ready to bring in the grain. It would be swathed about now and then left to dry until it was ready to be combined.
Today I have no grain to cut, but I have a garden in the back and my husband has a larger garden out at his mother's place. His dad has a large garden, too, and we've been getting several loads of veggies from him.
I have huge bag of yellow beans to be topped, tailed, blanched, and frozen. I collected them yesterday and will be stiff and sore for days from bending and squatting to do it. It's not something to complain about, I merely mention they exact a price.
I also have about eight dozen tomatoes of varying sizes and degrees of ripeness now crying for my attention. I see sauce in my future.
It's work now, and a bit overwhelming, but I'm happy to do it. Come the dead of winter I will be even more grateful.
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