Green beans, freshly picked from the
garden at early morn.
Green beans in a lovely old yellowware
bowl.
How Diane loves to hear the ping of the
jars as they are sealing, whilst having tea after the jars have
been taken out of the canner. To her, the sound of the jars
sealing is like a squirrel storing up nuts for the long winter.
'Tis so good to enjoy naturally homegrown vegetables and fruits
all the year through.
Diane's All-American Pressure Canner. Some
jars of put up wax beans are in the background.
Some of the canned goods put up at
Corgyncombe Cannery.
One of Diane's old wood cookstoves.
Nothing quite smells as delightfully
fragrant as sun dried, wind blown, clothes hung out on the line.
Cornstalks, pumpkins, and Old Glory in the
sunlight of early morn.
Photographs by Diane Shepard Johnson
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