Today Ana Morgan is on A Writer’s Garden talking about the fruits of her labor. If I remember my emails correctly, Ana is an organic gardener. I’m soooo lusting after her vegetable gardens. Welcome, Ana.
Fruits of my Gardening Labor
I haven’t found the words to describe all the shades of green in a growing veggie garden. Or the satisfaction of turning on the light in my pantry on a snowy Sunday and seeing rows of multicolored quart jars on the shelves. For a writer, this is frustrating. Words are my tools, my stock in trade. I’m supposed to have them in abundance.
I have veggies in abundance, and in northern Minnesota, September is harvest game-on time. The stacks of pint packets of green beans, spinach, raspberries, and sweet corn in my freezer are swelling. The number of empty canning jars on my pantry shelves is going down.
Potatoes and onions
This weekend, I need to process a bushel of tomatoes into sauce. I like to separate the yellow tomatoes from the reds and simmer them separately. I arrange the sealed, cooled jars on the pantry shelves in rows of color. Red tomatoes, yellow sauce, green dill pickles with white garlic cloves at the top, orange peach jam, ivory pear wedges in clear light-sugar syrup, purple plum jam, rosy strawberry jam. Eye-candy.
Sweet corn and pea fence
Onions and garlic sleep in boxes off in a corner. Potatoes will hibernate in the root cellar along with the biggest carrots. I still need to dry and crush basil and parsley, and then pack into jars that fit in a kitchen drawer, safely away from heat and light that saps their essence. The eggplant didn’t do so well this season, but I have frozen ratatouille left over from last year.
We’ll make it through the winter just fine. I’ll keep searching for the word that describes the color of the first true leaves of an eggplant seedling.
About the Gardener/Writer:
Ana Morgan loves gardening so much, she raised vegetables for one hundred families.
Retired now, she’s still has trouble thinking ‘small’ –when ordering seed packets in the fall and starting seeds indoors in late winter.
Contact Ana at https://anamorgan.net
by Ana Morgan
Blade Masters has finally spotted his ideal Dakota Territory ranch, where he can live alone, forget his cheating ex-fiancée, and bury the shards of his shattered heart. All he needs to do is sweet-talk the ailing owner, and his spitfire daughter, into retiring.
If she weren’t desperate, Stormy would never hire a cowhand. She’s learned the hard way that she’s happier working her family’s ranch alone. But, the greedy banker who holds their mortgage just demanded payment in full—or her hand in marriage.
Will this handsome drifter protect her? Or does he have designs of his own?
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Warning to readers of sweet romance: this book is a sensual romance