"The sunlight and shadows in the woods were beautiful that morning, the sunlight a little pale and the air with that quality of hushed expectancy that the coming of autumn brings. Birds were calling to one another and telling of the wonderful Southland and the journey they must take before long. The whole, wide outdoors called me and tired muscles and nerves rasped from the summer's rush pleaded for rest, but there was pickle to make, drying apples to attend to, vegetables and fruits that must be gathered and stored, the Saturday baking and the thousand things of the everyday routine to be done."
{Laura Ingalls Wilder Farm Journalist: Writings From The Ozarks}
The garden is calling me loudly of late ~ peppers and eggplant ripening, endless green beans, onions reaching the size of baseballs, and tomatoes to can...
My dad delivered this corn one morning, freshly picked. Within a short time it was husked, blanched, kernels cut off, bagged, and popped in the freezer...
...the fresh flavor to be enjoyed some cold winter's day, when all this work will seem well worth the trouble.