Good morning! It’s Saturday, and we’re beginning the long, slow process of putting the garden to bed. The garlic, potatoes, and onions came out weeks ago. Yesterday we pulled out the last of the arugula and lettuce. The cucumber plants kept looking at us and sighing, so they, too, have joined the great compost pile in the sky.
This is not about the daily message but rather about TO DYE FOR by Alden Wicker. It is a must read!!! Clara, do you know how we could contact Ezra Klein (New York Times)? I think he should feature her and her book on his podcast. The book really needs to be known by a very wide audience. I definitely what to participate on the Wool Channel. I am about to finish it and if I were to underline the bits I want to memorize I would probably have 75% of the text underlined!!
You are uncanny!🤣
Those green beans look splendid!! And thanks for providing some of us at least with quite the vocal and oral cavity workout for the last few days!!
I canned three pints of tomato sauce this morning. The tomatoes are getting ripe in small batches, so I can in small batches. We expect that the tomatoes will continue to ripen for another month or more.
You can can can!👍
Love the poem 💕, love the beans!!!
🤣🤣🤣 you’ve definitely gone over the edge❣️Love the quote❣️
And I find canning beans heroic. My father grew them and my mother canned them, and in later seasons froze them, far past the time when all five of their children were grown and gone. Two fine traditions that somehow didn’t grab me.🤷🏻♀️
Yum!! I love green beans!!
Just heading out to the annual harvest market!
Lovely beans for canning!
Love May Sarton!
Yes she can can!
I love this ode to gardening ❤️
Your picture of green beans, and accompanying poem, reminds me of the day I put up I-don’t-know how many quarts of green beans, 9 months pregnant, and trying to get them taken care of. Though a lot of work, it was very satisfying, and the quarts were beautiful sitting on the counter. That evening, I realized my slow backache wasn’t going away. Five hours later, my daughter was born . . . in a rush, as she still is.
Now I want to do the “can-can”!😂