As vast as that huge table that Aunt Emma filled on the back porch each summer with the fruits of her garden labors, but it reminds me of her collection all the same. Of course, this is actually a tad from last year too. We didn't even do pickles this year, because we knew we still had so many left!
Something about putting up food for the winter (even in the rather minimal manner we do) makes me smile. I know on a coming cold winter's day, under a steely sky, we'll open a can of that summer sunshine and it will taste better than anything we bought at a store in a can.