"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Wednesday I was up to my elbows in fresh apricots. I spent hours washing them, filling quart jars, and running the canner. The kitchen hummed, and when it was all finally over, I had 25 quarts of gorgeous bottled apricots.

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