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Preservation Here, le's sit on the porch I'm done canning. I put up sixteen jars of October: I made me a gallon jar a this high blue sky an a jar of them red maple leaf preserves. An, a course that called for another iar of russet oak. I could see I'd need them gold beech leaveslater . Along with two gallon a that sunshine. I'd think a pint a that morning mist'd be enough so that's all I done a that! Put me up a quart; used one of my old blue jarsa quart of crow's callin to go with that other quart of squirrel chatter and that half a pint tree frog left over from summer. I decided not to can any of those hunter's shots; but I put up a whole crock full of goldenrod; weigh'd it down with a slab of that oak firewood's piled up around the back door. Say, look here at my row a nuts! Did you ever see anything prettier'? them? I had to fight off them woodchucks to get my share! There was only a few blossoms ironweed left in the field, so I'll be short a that come cold weather. Otherwise, I've enough for a big spread. I'll call you over, come January. We'll have us a real ripsnorter October feast, one day when we're snowed in. Look here, I can't set no longer. Reckon I'll sweep up that carpet a leaves and get it into freezer bags. I sure do want to preserve a whole bunch a that! -Norma Cole ...

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