Late Summer

It is a beautiful, late summer day in Minnesota.  All the plants are at their best, flowering, producing blooms and fruit in a race to beat the winter.In spite of the quiet frenzy going on in the gardens and fields, it seems like a glorious, lazy time of year.  It reminds me of the old fable about the grasshopper and the ant.  In an effort to be more like the ANT, my mom and I plan to make dill pickles early next week.  I am so excited, it will be fun.  It is kind of like putting a summer day in a jar.  These pickles will be ready in 6 weeks, which, if I remember correctly lands somewhere in the middle of October.  

I look back at the time when my dear Grandma spent time with our family and I remember her looking forward to those darn pickles. Six weeks to the day after they were canned, we had to open them up.  She and my two young boys could hardly wait to try them, for BREAKFAST!  I miss both my Grannies.