October is here and not sure where September went. I celebrated another birthday on the 20th. All the love was nice.
We have already had temperatures the last night or so dipping down into the high thirties. With a nip in the air it is looking like a possibility of an early frost. The leaves are turning now and beginning to fall around the house and the hickory nuts are all over the back yard. The squirrels are busier than ever taking advantage of the harvest. I have been venturing out daily to pick a few figs and eating them right off the tree but looks like the bulk of the crop will not have time to ripen. There is always next year. Severe winter temperatures last winter killed them all the way back down to the ground and they had to recover from that before they could ripen fruit. Even packing in straw and wrapping did not help.
Dessert last night was watermelon. We continue to pick a few things but most are gone now. Still a few plum tomatoes and some shell beans drying out there. Okra is just about done.
O Wise One went and picked me some pears the other day and I canned 18 pints canned pears in a light syrup. I think next is apple sauce.
And of course in 2020 my elderberry are blooming AGAIN in October. I have been picking the flowers at the suggestion of Sonic over on the forum and freezing to use in baked goods with gooseberries. She says the combo is really good. I will let you know.
I continue to top off my pantry regularly because I am unsure of how this winter will go and I continue to can what I can find locally. I will say I am ready to see the end of 2020 and all that comes with it. Maybe we can get a new start on a new year.
My pantry and stores continue to increase but soon I will just stop and call it a year.
I found this canning poem on facebook and thought I would share.
Canning Time
The cucumber is dilled.
The chili is chilled.
The canning is done for the season.
By the stove I have toiled
The jars have been boiled.
Good food from the garden's the reason.
It's a comforting feeling,
When I hear the jars sealing,
And each jar is filled to the top.
That sound makes me smile.
Says, It's all been worthwhile.
When I hear all those sealer lids Pop.
All that peeling and chopping,
and constant brow mopping.
Hard work is all part of the bargain.
There's no time to be bored,
And I thank the Dear Lord,
For each blessing that comes from our garden.
Cause when winter comes calling,
And the North winds are squalling,
And we suffer from lack of the sun.
There'll be no lack of food,
To darken our mood.
Cause in August the canning was done.
By Joann vanDam Lucknow
I hope everyone is safe and healthy and enjoying the beautiful fall weather.
Blessings from The Holler
The Canned Quilter