the art of preservation was passed along through my grandparents. the sights and smells of canning and freezing foods has remained with me. jellies, jams, vegetables, soups, vinegars. oh, it's delight to connect and feel myself standing in my gradmother's kitchen with her beside me. i feel her presence as i can these tomatoes. this small kitchen has become a sacred space where i feel warm (it gets quite hot) and centered and whole.