The Kentucky Wonder beans are canned, the garlic dried and put up, the potatoes are keeping well, and the tomatoes are ready for canning.
This leaves me with the okra and what a job it has turned into. I am not one to waste the bounty of the garden I have worked so hard to have what with the drought and hot weather, so the okra must not be wasted. It has become somewhat comical, though, when I go up to a neighbor’s house with a bag of the fresh okra to give away. They have got to where they won’t answer the door. I guess they are as tired of the okra as I am. I have pickled it, stewed it, fried it, boiled it, and have taken to eating it raw if it is small and tender. I wish it would stop bearing, but it won’t. You can literally see it grow. Like any weed, it loves chicken manure. If anyone wants a mess, they can come and get it, please.
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