Laid out on the counter, steel glinting in the light--
edges dull and worn, lined up for the honing stone.
Summer frenzy, berries and fruit,
Then veggies from the garden, peeled, sliced, chopped.
The garage shelves now filled, glass rows after rows--
the pressure canner retired again, back in its place.
Freezer and food dryer tired, too. Shelves groaning
with what the knives had to do, again and again.
Each knife to the wheel, blades rebeveled,
honed, stropped, even, and back in the drawer.
Sharp now, ready for the next task--
Thanksgiving right around the corner.