Another thing Mik excels at is writing poetry. I admit I don't know the rules. I don't know the format. I don't really know how to "do" it. But I've been thinking poetical thoughts lately for some reason, and I need a place to write it down. So here goes nothin'...
Canning
To every season - it is certainly true,
It seems there's always canning to do.
Winter - Jars are cleaned, stacked, and organized
Spring - You must prune, plant, and fertilize
Summer - Weed, water, don't forget to pesticize
Fall - Pick, sort, wash, peel, slice, then pressurize
I didn't realize canning was always on mom's "To Do."
I call her often when I need a clue,
Is this tradition something worth carrying through?
Will my children take pride in filled jars too?
Peaches for frozen fruit and jars, grating zucchini for muffins, and pickled banana peppers |
About 13 cups of Blackberry Jelly |
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