A Bruised Tomato I Shall Indeed Can
...with the willing help of underage serfs.
This one was a little too willing. Yeah, you know which one I mean...
She gave me this look when I asked her to please get dressed before she helped any more,
and then she returned with this scanty but speedy solution-- a smock worn backwards.
Thank goodness for elephants who take the focus off my unclothed children...
ELEPHANTS!
I'm not going to look up the list of all we canned, but I know the end count for tomatoes alone was 115 quarts. (Thanks to Mopsy for supplementing my tomato-gorged-chicken-infested garden with boxes of her surplus...)
No comments :
Post a Comment