Words and pictures from the author of the Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries
That's a feast, woman!!!
I am admiring the skills you have to manage with the harvest everyday at your place! You seem to know what you have to do.
Oh, dear. When I saw the first photo of apples, I was thinking the harvester was the same species that harvests the apple trees in a neighbor's yard- deer.
What a feast. I've never tasted freshly dug from the ground potatoes. What a treat.Sam
Worth more than gold, isn't it?You have a pretty, peaceful face.
Great combo of the fruits of your labor, and the serious and satisfied harvester!
It's a pleasure to gather the fruits of the season -- I made a big pot of tomato sauce with eggplant and green pepper -- and froze it in containers. Also made mincemeat spiced pears (from another day's harvest) to add to the jars on the root cellar shelf.The apples will get turned into apple sauce .Today I'll pick more pears and go investigate those crabapples in the pasture...
We lost all our apples, peaches and some of the blueberries in the last freeze in March. There's always next year.
You are having a great harvest. The potatoes looked very successful. I watch garden shows and they pull out these really small potatoes from small hills of potatoes.
Love this post and your shadowed photo--very peaceful!
A song popped into my head looking at these pictures - The Byrds: Turn, turn, turn.'To everything, turn, turn turn. There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven'.
Love your harvest and the harvester's hat.
Good golly, Ms. Vicki...that is some fabulous harvest!(I emailed you an article from the New York Times today...hoping you got it.)xo
It's true : YOU REAP WHAT YOU SEW. Yours is all good.
You've been as busy as the ant all summer and look at the rewards. This winter you can dance like the grasshopper.
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