Starting a new series about Fall or September....not sure yet. The title of this piece is either, Oregon and September....or September Memories of my Mom. My memories of September in Oregon are warm and fuzzy and hard working. The sun was always warm and bright. The rain starts in November, but September is one of the warmest and dryest months in the Willamette Valley. My mother was always canning everything, tomatoes, peaches, etc. and she made strawberry jam to die for. I probably should title this, For my Mom. Today I wish I had a pantry full of the the fruits and vegetables she used to can. Cold weather and rain was always just around the corner.
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