Well, I Declare
Well I declare...the days are growing shorter
And this day was just as warm as was July.
Heat makes me lazy and the time just slipped away.
Woe is me...but the whole day flitted by.
Well, golly gee, with pears and apples falling,
It's time to get my canning kettle out.
The wildlife will come calling if fruit is on the ground.
There are some pests that I don't want about.
The raccoon got my grapes this last October.
I'm trying to keep some of them this year.
I saved them from the birds, but the raccoons came in herds.
And all that I could harvest was a tear.
Pear butter, apple sauce and Concord grape jam,
Would look so pretty on my shelves in wintertime.
The way I like jam most is on my sourdough toast,
To nibble on when I'm thinking up a rhyme.
Oh, foolish me, the football game is starting.
I will have to put my canning jars away.
We've waited many a year for a football team to cheer.
I am sure the fruit can wait another day.
9/7/14
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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