Canning day begins as berries burst and beans snap. Steam hisses from the stove kettle while jars are washed and made ready. Rings are counted and lids are warmed; with coffee in hand plans are made on canning day.
The sweet scent of berries bubbling on the stove is met with the savory tang of tomatoes and garlic. Earthy fragrance of beans release with every snap.
Teens come and go, stirring a pot or filling a jar as their busy schedule allows; conversation ebbs and flows as does their presence. A chat over work schedule is replaced by one of a local shooting competition that becomes a discussion of literature classics and new summer classes.
As the kitchen empties. their lively chatter is replaced by bubbling and hissing; sauces and steam echoed by the call of birds outside the kitchen window.
The day comes to a close with the beauty of a sunset. Lids pop and click as jars cool on the shelf; the canner is finally silent. A satisfied smile rests on my face while warm tea touches my lips. It has been a wonderful canning day.