Okay. I've got an idea. I'm going to start canning my pickled green beans in gallon jars. So much less time-consuming, right?
Actually, my canning kettle isn't big enough for that but I do believe I might start putting them in quart jars. I didn't pick yesterday, went out today, picked in the rain, and got another Jumbo Ziplock Bag full. This is truly ridiculous.
It started storming here last night with lovely rumbles and distant lightning cracks and then rain. The wind had been blowing all day, sometimes with huge gusts that rattled the magnolia leaves and shivered the Bradford pears and oaks into tangles. I guess it blew in that storm and I read in the paper this morning that over 22,000 people in the area lost their power. As far as I know we did not, but if we did and the generator had come on, we would not have known it in our sleep. There was some pretty serious flickering going on before we went to bed but no complete loss of power. And it has rained almost all day, sometimes just a drizzle, and sometimes hard and fast. So once again I came in from the garden wet but not with sweat which was a very fine change in the circumstances and now it's down to about sixty-nine degrees on the porch which is almost polar for us at this time of year.
Guess what- I did it, y'all! I sat on the couch for awhile this afternoon with Maurice and watched TV and started patching my beloved old blue linen shirt.
It's all just so horrible.
"Never in my life have I touched a girl sexually. I'm shocked to even hear that."
Ironic for someone with that name unless he touched boys sexually instead.
You just can't make this stuff up.
Well, you could but it wouldn't be as weird.
Gosh. That paragraph was a little bit naughty.
Meanwhile, be well and take care.