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...)