tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post115935552425717183..comments2023-09-23T16:10:03.527-04:00Comments on Singing Moon: Cellarcoyotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13849975141730668288noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post-1159952778393735582006-10-04T05:06:00.000-04:002006-10-04T05:06:00.000-04:00I never had a cellar...grew up at sea level. Lite...I never had a cellar...grew up at sea level. Literally. I would love to go into this one and breathe in....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post-1159723298954508402006-10-01T13:21:00.000-04:002006-10-01T13:21:00.000-04:00Totally sumptousTotally sumptousAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post-1159543589365151742006-09-29T11:26:00.000-04:002006-09-29T11:26:00.000-04:00Something kind of primal about the look and smell ...Something kind of primal about the look and smell of a root cellar in early fall, no?coyotehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13849975141730668288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post-1159367225607007982006-09-27T10:27:00.000-04:002006-09-27T10:27:00.000-04:00Again you remind me of my childhood...and our cell...Again you remind me of my childhood...and our cellar. It was lined with row upon row of jars filled with dill pickles, stewed tomatoes, relish, pickled beets and crabapple jelly, all made by my mother from stuff grown by my father...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com