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Not a prodigious amount not a mad amount. Of plants, I mean. I followed your recipes to the letter just until I used up all the vegetables you’d grown and the fruit. I followed your ballpoint on your feint-ruled recipe cards. You never did. You’d dig out the right card set it on the counter then never look the whole time. The preserves I’ve made won’t be much good but I used up all you’d grown. What’s there to say. When you walked through your orchard I could see your slender fruit trees wanted to follow. The last bottle only filled halfway. While it cooled I sat before it there and tried to will myself as one clipped onto a polygraph could you please repeat the question I could not eat. I tried to seal it halfway like that then left the wax and dipper to harden in the pot. I chose a few handsome jars for my basket. Filled the pantry shelves and half the workbench. I hope the vagrants arrive before the mortgage people repossess |
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