As a child, fall meant harvest time. My parents grew up in farming families and so it seemed natural to them that we should grow and preserve at least some of our own food.
We plant our values in our children and realize the harvest when they mature into adults.
As our family worked to harvest vegetables from the gardens on our acreage in the country, the farmers around us worked to harvest thousands of Iowa acres of corn and soybeans. Continue reading
I love autumn. The cooler weather, the beautiful colors, school football. Summer’s too-hot, too-humid days and nights gave way right after Labor Day
On the way to a new ending.
to weeks of perfect weather here in New Jersey. Until this past week, the windows were open wide day and night. Now, the night air carries the scents of fallen leaves, ripe apples and lit fireplaces.
In Iowa, where I grew up, I associate this kind of weather with the start of the school year. For me, a new school year was not about the promise of learning or the threat of homework, but the expectations that come with a new beginning. Continue reading