"Canned Goods" - Remember the Song?

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.

Hope that made you smile.  (By the way - pretty cool apron my friend Lucy gave me last week!