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Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Almost apologetically August finally gave us one day of comfortably cool weather to work in my garden all day. I pulled out my two rows of spent string bean plants, marveling again at the potential productivity of one bean seed. I cut broccoli one last time from my spring plants before I yanked them out because my fall plants are yielding new, bigger heads. There were a few cucumbers and some red raspberries to gather but by far, the biggest crop for August's last day, were tomatoes. Once again I reached for empty jars to fill with summer's juice.

When August gave way to September in the night...


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