I still remember how that grape jelly tasted, and I know some of you do too.
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Psalm 18:19 He brought me forth also into a large place; he delivered me, because he delighted in me.
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Reminds me of "I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener...Remain in me, and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fuit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me." John 15:1a, 4
Mark,
I really like the third photo showing post and wire. It adds alot of interest to the scene.
Get out the stomping boots! looks like wine country to me!
Mustang grape jelly on Mom's homemade wheat bread. I can taste it now!
I remember being facinated by the cheese cloth she used to strain out the seeds and skins and the little jars that cheese spread came in with a pariffin wax seal...
Send me one when you get it done!
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