1. I imagine the rewards we'll enjoy this winter when we open a jar of pickles or relish. I'll also remember how Steve chopped and Tess photographed.
2. The weather was overcast and cool, tricking me into imagining it was autumn.
3. Heads of lacy dill are spread over the kitchen table, mildly scenting the room with the garden.
4. Steve leaves his mark as evidenced by a lone string bean inside a jar of pickles, or slices cast into a jar of spears.