Wednesday, July 31, 2013
A Lost Art
As a young girl I helped my Mom can. Our family enjoyed eating fresh things from the garden during the nice weather. When winter came we continued to dine on what had been grown the previous summer.
The old cellar shelves were packed with green beans, beets, tomatoes, applesauce, and peaches. Special relishes jams and jellies completed the list.
At the end of the season Mom would gather in the last of the harvest. With the final picking she would make green tomato mincemeat and homemade vegetable soup. .
Today I continue to follow in my Mother's footsteps. A summer-filled jar being opened when winter's winds are howling is a special gift. It serves to remind me that some things are still worth doing.
Hope you have a beautiful day. God Bless!
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