"Only two things that money can't buy,
that's true love
&
HOME GROWN TOMATOES!"
James happens to grow amazing tomatoes. Some of our plants are 7 feet tall. And each year around this time I can tomatoes. I come from pioneer stock - you know stout women that walked across the plains with a baby slung over their shoulder and a toddler in hand - they lived in log cabins, sewed their own clothes, grew everything and canned it all - yes - those are my ancestors. Both of my grandmothers canned. My Grandma Johnson canned just about everything and it is from her I learned all that I know. Not a canning season goes by when I don't think of my grandma and wish I could ring her up and ask her a question or two.
I am not a professional canner -apparently that's not a real word - by any means. I can tomaotes. And every 5 years or so I can chili sauce.
Guess what?
It's been five years.
So last Thursday, after harvesting our garden, it was time.
I have to get myself all psyched up to do this.
I like to can little pint sized bottles as when using chili sauce, you usually just need a little.
So as I'm pouring my 36th bottle - I see two little white things plop into the bottle.....??
I pour the contents back in the pot and look for it.
Nothing.
I pour again, and again I see very quickly two little white things, plop, plop.
I fish them out and what do I find?
TWO AIR SOFT BB's!!
TWO AIR SOFT BB's!!
Apparently, the were IN the tomatoes?
Oh great.
Apparently some boy child of mine has used the tomato plants as target practice?
ALEX??
ALEX??

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