Growing up - my parents grew all of the vegetables you can imagine in our yard. Trees, and gardens, and flowers oh my... it was all beautiful - always. But like gravity, what grows up, must come down and be pressure cooked, strained, boiled, frozen, and stamped with the current year. So that would explain the genetic make up of my brother and I. Each year the stalks of corn are warmed in the sunshine at the bottom of these Mendon Mountains - growing tall in that rich black soil.
Then, when the raccoons and deer start munching on it - you know it's time to get it taken care of. This process of picking, shucking, boiling, cutting and munching has occurred in every single one of my living years. I can't ever remember a year that it didn't happen. It's a beautiful thing to see the harvest tucked away for the cold Utah winters. I always am grateful when Mother Nature allows yet another harvest. I feel like the little ants that work all summer long so that they can secure a comfy nest in the winter months.
My Golden Delicious apple tree gives me 4 bushel of apples every other year - they are huge beautiful apples and I turn them into everything under the sun... apple sauce, butter, pie filling, juice, dried apples and of course just dipping them in caramel. The house smells amazing - and my shelves look happy.
It's getting to the end of the season and the garden is tired from making veggies - but not too tired to accelerate the beautiful flowers of fall. This is the view from my kitchen window - and it makes me smile every time that I have a little bit of heaven 'in' earth to grow the miracles that grow in this tiny spot. My parents knew that of all of the things that they could teach me... to teach me to grow things in the earth was the most valuable thing besides, doing something with it when it grew. Thanks Parental Units - you are loved and live on.
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