"... and the beat goes on"; so sang Sonny and Cher. La de da de de, la de de da de da...
A mild winter, a little rain at the right thyme and Sue has produced a pretty peck of produce. She tugged and pulled and the beets popped out plump and purple, primed for pickling.
Wash off the dirt, slice 'em up thin and put 'em some jars of pickle juice and then at dinner time we sing the lyrics - ...and the beet goes on and on the table, la de da de da...
Time to plant the summer garden of tomatoes, peppers, banana squash, okra, herbs, artichokes, asparagus. And yes, the beat goes on...
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