“It is good to be alone in your garden at dawn or dark,
So that all its presences may haunt you and possess you,
In a reverie of suspended thought.”
James Douglas
I'd been out in my trusty old workshop
Organizing my supplies, for planting day
When I came upon this one old Mason jar
It brought a flood of memories, right away
Suddenly, I was about five or six years old
And I was in Mr. Hoenig’s Hardware Store
My grandmother had sent me for Mason jars
“It looks like your Grandma needs some more!”
My grandmother never had enough of these jars
She canned and preserved, so many delicious things
Fruits, and vegetables, and cucumbers, from her garden
She canned in the fall, but began gathering jars, each spring
One of my greatest joys was helping her in the old canning shed
Row upon row of Mason jars, filled with mouth watering delights
Helping her plant her garden each spring, was always so memorable
And after the fall canning, such delectable food, for cold winter nights
I had been out in my trusty old workshop,
Organizing all my supplies, for planting day;
When I came upon this treasured old Mason jar,
It brought such wondrous memories to me, right away.
©2009, Mr. Ed
Very nice poem Mr. Ed.
Cynthia
Fee
The art of canning is an item on my bucket list. From all accounts, it's a very rewarding undertaking. Your words have prompted me to find some recipes. Thanks and be well. Liz
Blessings and Love - Micke
ED-vard says he's 'proper'? Referring to the use of those fine ole jars as URINALS?
Did come in handy on a long drive though!
MY Grandma, Aunts, and neighbors were all 'Home-bodies' is those old days -
JARS - peaches - pears - tomatoes - stringbeans - corn - YUM!
Years ago, our extended family used to go to an abandoned estate of peach orchards -
picked basketfuls all day - back home, blanched them, removed skins, added a powder - ascorbic acid, I think - to preserve - filled mason jars. When we ran out of them, used zip-lock freezer bags - YUM ... fresh peaches smothering vanilla icecream, in the dead of winter - YUM!
THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES! Tom.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
In Spirit,
Bear
Edvard(k) the Proper Elder Brother
Newfie Hugs, Rose