Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
My wife makes the most amazing jams. We never need to buy any. Part of a long family history of canning fruits, vegetables and many other things.
I recall all the women canning pole beans in my grandmother’s WVA kitchen back in the Big 70s. Fond memories.
I’ve tried many, but I always come back to strawberry, preserves, with big chonx .