“Come ye thankful people come. Sing the song of harvest home.
All is safely gathered in. Ere the winter storms begin.”
-Thanksgiving Hymn-
journal entry:
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.”
-Austin O’Malley-