I'm sure I've shared before that deep down inside of this girl is a pioneer woman screaming to surface. And it seems like this time of year, that side of me comes out even more. There's just something about the crispness in the air that makes me want to hunker down and get ready for the long winter months to come. Harvesting the crops, canning, prepping the garden, winterizing the house and yard... you get the idea. I find myself daydreaming about life in pioneer days when a long summer's work was hoped to be enough to sustain the family for the winter. Fortunately, today's luxuries don't have us as frazzled as I imagine the pioneers were. Our homes are heated without having to store up wood all summer long. Grocery stores carry food 24-7. And telephones have us a phone call away from emergency professionals if needed. I'm thankful for those luxuries, but I still have this pull in my heart to be reminded of our "roots".
My garden at this time of year may not be pretty, but it's still producing! A few more batches of salsa, stew starter & applesauce and we can put her to bed for the winter. Then I can sit back with a cup of joe and wait for the first big blizzard of the season to hit, where I can stay snug and warm inside my toasty warm home and enjoy the beauty God showcases outside.