Just looking at the things I've canned (photo below), or harvested in the past week makes me -- pleased, satisfied, happy that I have a little piece of ground to plant and tend; harvest and preserve for winter days. Made me think of a song - so, here's the words to an old Greg Brown song "Canned Goods" where he talks about the produce his grandma put up for winter:
"She cans the pickles, sweet & dill
She cans the songs of the whippoorwill
And the morning dew and the evening moon
'N' I really got to go see her pretty soon
'Cause these canned goods I buy at the store
Ain't got the summer in them anymore.
You bet, grandma, as sure as you're born
I'll take some more potatoes and a thunderstorm.
Peaches on the shelf
Potatoes in the bin
Supper's ready, everybody come on in, now
Taste a little of the summer, (3x)
My grandma put it all in jars.
Let those December winds bellow and blow,
I'm as warm as a July tomato.