Rain is coming. They say three days of it. From what I can tell, the autumn we can see and feel will be arriving along with its calendar date. Temps dropping, frost very, very close. What better time to put food in jars.
The fruit truck arrived last week and I've had boxes of peaches, apples, and roma tomatoes waiting in the larder for their turn in the canner. I don't do anything fancy, but I do like to have something homemade lined up on the larder shelves come winter (and I made sure to check in with the boys first to see if they would (still) go for home canned peaches and salsa before I committed - funny how teen years can tweak the palates). The apples will be eaten fresh, or dried (although I did find myself searching apple cake recipes yesterday). I'm hoping to find a local apple source for making apple sauce and maybe a small batch of apple butter later this month or beginning of next.
Soon, I'll be pulling the garden, prepping it for winter. And maybe I'll be pulling out this book I found again last week. Then maybe I'll read this one. Soon after, I might be dreaming of something like this. Wishful thinking, yes. But how can wishes come true if you don't think of them first?
Tell me, what's happening with your autumn's beginning?