
Rhubarb from the DIL, strawberries fresh & light from the grocer. So of course, putting by jam for winter, but with a taste for right now! And refrigerator magnet poetry while the jars seal in a boiling water bath.

Unexpected, not unprecedented. Lucy opened the cabin door to a wall of snow. Stores, as well as spirits, were running low. Something had to liven the hard tack and rabbit stew, hairy root vegetables and pale wrinkled peas. Continue reading
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