The first picking of green beans from the garden, a huge bucket full, and we should have more pickings too.
As I sat with the bucket of beans I had such strong memories of my dear dad sitting on the back steps snapping beans just as I was doing. Mom bottled them and he often helped with that too.
Mom bottled hundreds of quarts of vegetables jams and soups and many many bottles of peaches.
It seems to me the time is coming to re-learn those old skills and preserve and produce what we can.