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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I am grateful this morning as well.
To be here.
For my life.
Thank you for the reminder as I needed to reframe my thinking this morning.
I love gratitude mondays.
I, too, am grateful for being able to harvest my garden. (I'd be even more grateful if my tomatoes had produced, but that's a whine for another day - Whiny Wednesday, perhaps?)
Thanks for the gratitude reminder, dfLeah!
Miz, those are great things to be grateful for.
Thank you for saying you love Gratitude Monday.
dfBag Lady, Whiny Wednesday would work if done properly.
Gardens are wonderful things, aren't they? It never ceases to amaze me how one little package of seeds gives so much back.
I hear tomatoes and I think salsa!
I'm grateful this morning I have no desk job to show up to.
I would like to stick my oar in and vote for Wine-Knee Wednesday.
Drink vino, tell knee slappers, look forward to Wednesday.
Oh. 5th, I love your Wednesday Plan. If I had any stories I would be on it.
You always show up at the right time with your gratitude reminders. Thanks. :) Your harvest sounds wonderful.
You're welcome, Hilary. And thanks.
I'm blessed with quite a bounty here.
Your timely post reminded me of the late summer days I would help my mother can the bushel baskets of fruit brought back from the Okanogan. Tedious, but worth the reward come winter. Once we had moved house and to keep the jars in darkness, brown paper was taped around the bottom. Several jars remained in the far dark corners, not to be opened until many years later (10+) when I was looking for something else. The fruit inside (peaches) looked like it was disintegrating in thick liquid. Well, after opening it up in the kitchen, I discovered something akin to a peach liquer with quite the kick to it. It went really well with vanilla ice cream.
I'm grateful for memories like this. Thank you, Leah.
And thanks for being a book pal.
Barbara, I remember jars of fruit or veggies in dark corners in the root cellar. We never had any go to liquer, that I know of, but it sounds wonderful. Thanks for sharing that memory.
It's my pleasure to be your Goodreads friend. Thanks for asking.
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