As summer slips into the coolness of fall, nature gifts us with abundant treasures.
The mornings are filled with mobs of birds flitting from branch to branch in the wild cherry tree eating its tiny fruit. Then they drop down into the poke bushes and gorge themselves on the shiny black berries. The invasive autumn olive shrubs are heavily laden with ripe red berries soon to be stripped by deer and bears. I’ll take my share as well. Autumn olive berries make a delicious jelly and juice, full of good nutrition, too.
I’ve been harvesting and processing food from the garden and the wild landscape around us for weeks now:
Baskets of red, orange, and yellow tomatoes
Many handfuls of green, yellow and purple beans;
then came sweet potatoes, butternut squashes, a few pumpkins, carrots, broccoli, peas and okra, green and purple bell peppers.
I love wandering around and finding stands of mint to cut and dry for tea – apple mint, Tibetan tea mint, pepper- mint. These herbs have spread and made themselves at home in the various places I tucked them in a few years ago.
It’s time to cut thyme and oregano and feverfew for spice and medicine. And to pickle nasturtium buds.
I made peach jam and spicy apple sauce, canned dilly beans and stew tomatoes. One of the tomato jars cracked open in the canning kettle and the remaining jars had to stew in the mess for 50 minutes. I was not going to start all over again!
Canning always takes longer than you think. There are so many preparatory steps that need to be timed just right – prepping the fruit or veggies, cooking them while sterilizing the canning jars in the dishwasher and the lids and rings in a pot of very hot water on the stove. Then the water in the large canning kettle has to be brought to boiling, preferably just at the exact time when I am done filling and capping the jars.
It’s magical when it all works out smoothly, a bit stressful when it doesn’t.
I feel a great satisfaction from storing up summer’s bounty for winter. It’s my own food grown without any chemicals, with love, pride, and lots of sweat and body aches from spring through summer into fall. The way my mother used to do it, and the way my grandmothers did. I feel connected to a long line of ancestral women who knew how to grow and preserve food and feed their families throughout the seasons. Yes, I can buy organic produce from supermarkets, farmers’ markets, and local farms.
But I would be missing something essential. My garden connects me to the seasons in an intimate, visceral way. Each year, it teaches me ever deeper lessons of trusting the soil, the critters, and the plants themselves. The garden provides exercise, nourishment, medicine, and often delightful and curious encounters with its many inhabitants. It’s my part of the world where I truly feel like a co-creator of health, goodness, and abundance.
Ailsa’s Travel Theme this week: Seasonal.
What a wonderful harvest Annette. Clearly, you have a knack for gardening. I miss my garden with mostly flowers and joy, but not much food.
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I hope you’ll have the chance to have another garden sometime soon, Brad.
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Thanks.
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You are amazing 😊
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So are you, Nomzi. I wished I had your musical talent 🙂
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Maybe you do and you do not know it. Who knows. At the end of the day we do what we are called to do. Can’t do everything, right? ☺️
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very true, we cannot do everything….but I can still admire and appreciate the things I cannot do myself. And trust me, my musical talent is extremely limited, i have put it to the test….my photography and writing are much more pleasing.
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Really? Ok. 😘
Do what we do ❤️
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Great essay, Annette! Very hard work but what a bountiful payoff over the coming months.
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Thank you, Robin. Yes, definitely a lot of hard work with plentiful rewards…
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What a rich harvest, a wonderful reward for all your hard work!
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Yes, indeed. thank you, Karen.
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Wonderful to live such a refreshing and freshing life ~ nothing quite like home grown produce, and your photos and description show the quality of such a life 🙂
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I feel very grateful for having the opportunity to grow my own food and live in such a clean and unpolluted environment. There are fewer and fewer places like this left in the world, sadly.
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Love your harvest. Those Big tomatoes…
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Thank you. The tomatoes were especially large and sweet this year.
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I guess gardens do keep us in contact with the seasons, just like you say at the end. I live in an apartment, which probably explains why I barely even know what day of the week it is most of the time. 🙂
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You do not have to live in an apartment to not know which day of the week it is…I barely know myself🤔😎🙄
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It’s comforting to know I’m not the only one. 🙂
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I’d love to have a tour of your garden. It sounds amazing.
What size is the area of your garden, and what is your planting method?
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I actually never measured my garden, just kept on expanding it several times over the years. I start many of my plants from seeds during the late winter months and then transplant them as weather conditions allow. I also have an unheated green house which allows me to grow hardy greens in the winter. I only use natural pest control, no poisons whatsoever.
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The finger of God paints pictures that no man can improve upon, man usually just screws up the scenery.
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What green fingers you have, Annette! Your produce photos are wonderful.
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Thank you, Sylvia. I do enjoy plants and they seem to like me, in return 🙂
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What a beautiful post Annette. I’m quite envious of both your green thumb and the resulting gorgeous fresh produce!!
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Thank you, Tina. It is a labor of love every year…
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Is it possible to have a Ball Jar fetish? I have loved them since childhood, and still use them to put my delicious homemade soups in today. My beloved Mother was a wiz at canning. It was a pleasure being sent down to the basement for a Ball Jar of peach jam, apple sauce, green beans, pickles, etc. Much like yourself she began her canning early. We were allowed to help her. No, she insisted we help her. What she didn’t realize was that she had one daughter that hung onto her every word. She may not have understood today’s Ball Jar fetish, but I made sure she understood my love for her and her teachings!
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Hi Jennifer – so glad that your mother’s expertise for canning was passed down to the next generation. It is a pleasure to look at rows of canned jar treasures and know that they are there whenever you need them.
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You’re so lucky (and skilled!) to be able to grow and preserve all that beautiful produce !
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Thank you, Elisha, it is a passion of mine and part of my health insurance 🙂
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Luv what the good earth provides … Wrote a bit about it this morning as well … Please come visit me:)
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Thank you for visiting, Kimberly. I checked out some of the posts on your blog – your vivaciousness shows through!
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Thanks:)
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