Little Pasture on the Prairie

The big pickle jar is packed with sharp, spicy smells, and bobbing green pickles. Garlic and pepper corns float along the surface of the brine, while the slender brown stems of dill lay stuffed beneath the cucumbers. It’s that time of year again — time to put up your garden goods, or say goodbye to whatever is left… Early on in the gardening season I overheard two fellow gardeners comparing notes…

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