Just a poem that looks into what I do during the summer.
Once again it’s time.
To dig out the jars and the thyme.
Out to the garden we go.
To take whats in our rows.
It’s canning season time.
Time to work, work, work.
Rinse, Cut, and Cook.
As we prepare this seasons gift.
It’s canning season time.
Peas, Tomato’s and Corn.
Along with a whole lot more.
Sure it’s quite a chore.
But it’s canning season time.
All work and no play.
Until the days are done.
Then we can rest.
Well, just until next year.
When it’s Canning Season time.
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