Grandma made pies like this, Topped with fresh pecans.Her crust floated and made A layer of Sticky,Yummy,Gooey,SweetCustard between Buttery flaky layers.Enough to make you shout Hallelujah! 

Green, the stem and leaves,Orange, red, purple, and white, Yellow mellow, and yellow bright.Colors of fall, glorious sight!What if drained of all colors,Nature happened in grayFlowers bloomed and blossomed like clay.Brown, black, or rust ruled the day?What if trees turned plain old brown;Would our hearts rise up in glee?If pumpkins were never orange, would weSo love... Continue Reading →

Mama taught me canning skills When I was just a childWe picked our fruit, gatheredFrom garden, orchard or woodland wild.Peaches, pears, and apricots, Grapes, sweet corn and beans,We washed the jars and filled them;The canner chugged and puffed out steam.Now I am getting older fast;I hope that like jelly and jam I'll beWell-preserved, and keeping strongTill the... Continue Reading →