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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The harvest comes in with the ending Of summer heat and fresh green things That fill my heart with laughter and joy ~ The garden grows wild and willowy with Fresh produce - green beans, corn, tomatoes All succulent and tempting me to start canning ~ The Ball jars sit waiting for me to prepare them Press them full of plump red tomatoes or crisp Snapped beans that make food feel a delicacy ~ There are pickling salts, vinegar and sugars All waiting to be used in their various ways Within the boiled jars and underneath lids ~ The jars are hot and reach boiling underneath The water bath that keeps them processing So that every bacteria that might be is deceased ~ Through the fall, I find myself reaching for jars Filling them with fresh vegetables and salts Canning each run with an expectant heart, a hope ~ These very next jars will be the ones that I know Will all seal the best, with labels pressed atop To tell me when I canned them and if I want them ~ Canning is a deed my Granny caused me to express With rims filled to capacity with a sense of blessing And assurance that tightening a lid was a part of love ~ As the jars are taken out and given away or eaten To this day, I don’t have the how, when or why of it But I know that it means I’ve given a part of my heart
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