Stories Collected While Living in France
Autumn days. Gathering the abundant harvest at the end of summer. Canning the last of the fruit, making pomegranate jam. Watching the first leaves dance down to the ground, grabbing from the upper shelf a sweater to wear, using the rake, stacking the cord of wood in the shed, smelling the fall aroma in the air.
Happy Autumn days and much love to you all
Love Jeanne
Already the furnace has been kicking on a few times during the night. And yesterday I made my annual switch from flip-flops to fuzzy slippers as home footwear!
I recall my grandmother who lived in the redwoods wilderness making quince-and-apple sauce each fall from fruit in their orchard, especially for my father; evidently the Portuguese love quinces (marmelos).
Pomegranate jam sounds wonderful. Recipe?
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