“Come ye thankful people come. Sing the song of harvest home.
All is safely gathered in. Ere the winter storms begin.”
In October everything is beautiful. It is cool but not cold. It rains but doesn’t snow . . . much. The garden is overgrown. Leaves are dying. It is harvest time. This year the onions were huge. The size of softballs. Purple and yellow. A white onion or two. Grandpa waited for some help. Little arms pushed the pitchfork. Some pulled up the onions by the stems. The children figured out a process. They set up a bucket. Filled it with water. Dunked the onions in to wash them clean. One held up the onion while the other snipped the green tops off. They stacked them in a laundry basket. Great way to store in the cold garage. The tomatoes should have been the size of the onions. They weren’t this year. I will use these onions all winter. Makes me very grateful.
I love munchkins. They are so cute. So little. This year I didn’t have any. I had lots of big pumpkins. So, my daughter and I traded. These are from her garden. Sitting on my family room table. I love autumn time. I love the harvest.
“Happiness is the harvest of a quiet eye.”