
to me nothing marks the beginning of summer more than the planting of our vegetable garden...
the ability to grow strength and nourishment from one tiny seed never ceases to amaze me...
to work and tend the deep, rich soil that has been turned each and every spring by my family for 100 years is something to cherish...
those who came before always knew the value of hard work and the rewards that it yielded...
they were able to bottle the summer sunshine, preserve the scent of earth and her bounty...
all within crisp, prairie blue canning jars...
the bottles all lined upon the pantry selves sustained many bodies through the winter months...
but also sustained the soul with hope and with the promises of what a new season would bring..
with each morning ray these beautiful jars remind me of the possibilities and promises that await me just beyond the back porch ready to be captured and {preserved}...
