
Last season’s harvest
Lasts through the long, cold winter
A forgotten lore
With modern ways we forget
Ancient wisdom to live by
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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week was poet’s choice. I chose a tanka.
This is another drawing I recently found. I just colorized it today. Back before refrigeration and shipping from all over the world, people had to make their vegetables last all winter. By March there would be little choice left…
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I wonder how long jellies last? Because they are preserved by sugar, I think they could maybe last ten years. Why not? Very thought or memory-provoking poem, Trent. The artwork is beautiful, too. I’m jealous of your ability to draw so beautifully.
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I would think they would have a very long shelf life if sealed properly (I know my mom used wax on the glass jars, so a great seal). Thanks!
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Yum! Save me a jar! :)
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:)
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Poem and artwork epic Trent💜
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Thanks, Willow!
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A pleasure 💜
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You are so talented!
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Thanks!
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Nice one, Trent and I like the drawing.
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Thanks :)
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I am a sucker for the old way of doing things. Your drawing is beautiful very calming. Have a wonderful rest of the week.
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I am not surprised that you like doing things the old way. Thanks! Hope you have a wonderful week as well.
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I think about that often, Trent. We’ve lost the art of living without modern conveniences.
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We do rely too much on these conveniences. Hopefully there won’t be a reason that will force us back, but I think it is better for everyone if people do think about it, do a little of their own gardening, keep some veggies through the winter, etc.
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I think so, too! I get nervous being completely dependent on a system.
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What a great drawing! I love still life art. Your tanka complements it, too! I remember my Grandma had a root cellar. She canned most of what she grew. The summers I spent with her in Kansas involved a lot of gardening. I still love it today. <3
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Thanks, Colleen! We still see some of these winter veggies and things, but rarely think about what they meant to the people who had to have them to get through the winter months! Unfortunately, although I know root cellars well, the first thing that comes to mind when I hear the term is the movie Psycho ;)
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LOL! Right? Grandma’s root cellar was small, more like a large pantry. I was thinking about the watermelon pickels she used to make out of the rind. Funny how the mind wanders. LOL! :D
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lol, at least the watermelon pickles sound much better than the “preserves” that Norman kept in that root cellar! Oh, sorry, the mind wandering again. When I moved into my house, there was a shelf full of old jellies and stuff, most decades old. The people who rehabbed the place had already thrown most out, but somehow left some for us to find.
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That’s kind of cool. You could write a story about your house and the mystery preserves in the root cellar!
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Yes, I could, and the true story of what was in those jars… ;)
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On, yeah… they hid the family jewels and forgot about them! LOL! Rubies in the strawberry jam!
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I think I did write a story like that, a 100 word Friday Fictioneers where the rubies were in the homemade jam…
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How cool! Great fun, Trent!
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You have made a very good point with this tanka, Trent.
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Thanks, Robbie. I wanted to use the drawing, but had no idea what to say at first!
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