Busy 4th of July


Happy 4th everyone. No plans for major celebrations on the dairy. When you get up at 3:45 AM, you kind of care less about staying up til dark and shooting off fireworks.


Anyway, here's a happy birthday salute to hubby's granddad; he turned 93 today.


Here is a pic of my hard work. The back jars of beans I picked and canned on Wednesday. The front jars I prepped today, hubby helped snap them; they are ready to be capped and put into the canner. I did that earlier, I think they all sealed, that's always a welcome sound; the popping of the lids sealing.
Yummy.

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Anonymous said…
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July 4, 2008 at 3:31 PM
jel said…
Tell granddad Happy Bday from us!

good looking beans, maybe next year we will have somme!
July 4, 2008 at 5:54 PM
TheMama said…
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July 4, 2008 at 9:01 PM
Unknown said…
I love the sound of lids popping! LOL! That sounds really weird, but if you do any canning and preserving, it's always a sigh of relief to hear that popping!

Happy b-day to your hubby's granddad!

Happy 4th!
July 4, 2008 at 10:58 PM
Amrita said…
Great beans.

Happy birthday grandpa.
July 4, 2008 at 11:09 PM
moe said…
You could have done the fireworks when you got UP. Hey: would Grandpa mind if you put a picture of him on the blog?
July 5, 2008 at 1:46 PM
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