Got a bushel of beans yesterday.
Today: I have strung 'em and broke 'em.
Doesn't sound hard, but when you have my body, it is. My poor Mother who ain't in any better shape than me helped.
So did Daughter.
Monday: We will wash 'em. look 'em, wash 'em and look 'em again.
Then we'll pack 'em.
Salt 'em a little and fill the jars with water.
Put the lids on the jars and
Can 'em.
And listen for that precious pop that means success.
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