No, I’m not talking about when I crossed the Nyack River in Montana. I’m talking about cucumbers.
Stephanie and I canned 12 jars of cucumbers tonight. TWELVE! We made 6 jars of pickles using my grandmothers recipe and 6 jars of bread and butter pickles. I actually had to go out and buy more lids as I had run out.
What was weird was that I had packed all the jars full to the brim and after they had been the the hot water bath, there was like an inch and a half of space in the bottom as they had shrunk and floated to the top. Kinda weird as I had never noticed it before.
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Hi.
Hi. I can see from the random comment several days past the post that you are wanting something more to read. I’ll try and post something tonight.
Si, Senor.
I need some garden posts or Zoe posts, or something philosophical…whatevs. 
Can’t say I’ve been prolific lately either, but still. 