Why should I be grateful to a frog pond?
Today, a fall treat for my readers -a local (well, about 30 miles from where I live in the Binghamton, New York area, but it is well worth the drive) farm market called Frog Pond.
On the way there, we saw that our local trees are starting to color up. In another week, to the east, we should be at peak, or near peak, color. I hope to share some of that with you tomorrow.
Despite our drought, we've had (thankfully) a bountiful harvest - here, of winter squash and gourds.
Brussel sprouts, onions, and local red peppers. Elsewhere in the market were concord grapes and bottles of grape filling perfect for grape pies.
And last but not least, apples. We are in a apple growing area, and enjoy varieties not necessarily found elsewhere in the United States. Included in the selection were Cortlands, Macuons, Empire, Pippin, and my favorite, Honeycrisp.
It's a sobering thought that years ago, people did not dread winter because of the slippery ice and snow. Rather, they feared running out of food before spring came.
But we are fortunate. We make our purchases, and are rung up by one of the owners, who adds everything up mentally. It is so wonderful to watch.
Seeing a bountiful harvest truly makes me grateful.
What about you?
Day 8 of the #Ultimate Blog Challenge.