Harvest Time
Leaves of crimson swirling down,
Edges of grass are curling up like kittens taking a nap
Pumpkins lie like Cinderella's coaches,
Smell the scents of Autumn
Feel the crispness of oncoming winter,
A time of harvest...
(adapted from Harvest time by Patty Roberts)
In the late evenings you can begin to feel the cool night air blowing down the hollers of our mountains. The deep croaking of the frogs play fiddle to the twilight hours as night settles in. The animals are feasting continuously, trying to fatten up against the harsh cold winter ahead. Tomatoes line the banister of our porch, ripening for those winter soups and sauces. Harvest time has come to the hills.
This evening I began to gather in my herbs. I will place them in paper bags to dry and then into jars where they await to be used in fragrant dishes throughout the year. Nothing tastes as good as herbs hand-grown, sage for the Thanksgiving dressing and peppermint for the evening tea, also rosemary and thyme! This job is a delight as my kitchen fills with the aromas from my garden.
I am learning as I go, I am consulting my books, particularly the Appalachian Foxfire books and my Native American herbs book. If anyone has any input or suggestions for me I would love to hear from you!
This evening I began to gather in my herbs. I will place them in paper bags to dry and then into jars where they await to be used in fragrant dishes throughout the year. Nothing tastes as good as herbs hand-grown, sage for the Thanksgiving dressing and peppermint for the evening tea, also rosemary and thyme! This job is a delight as my kitchen fills with the aromas from my garden.
I am learning as I go, I am consulting my books, particularly the Appalachian Foxfire books and my Native American herbs book. If anyone has any input or suggestions for me I would love to hear from you!
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