We were not nearly through preserving peaches and tomatoes when our first ever significant harvest of corn got ripe. Now the carrots (think: hundreds of pounds) are waiting their turn behind boxes of apples from Colorado. The house smells like pie at least 12 hours a day.
And everybody does their part. :)
|And you thought dogs didn't like corn?|
|salsa on the way. (tomatoes and peppers from neighbors north, garlic from neighbors west.)|