{"id":39660,"date":"2017-08-05T23:04:13","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T03:04:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=39660"},"modified":"2017-08-05T23:04:13","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T03:04:13","slug":"the-mystery-of-marmalade","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/the-mystery-of-marmalade\/","title":{"rendered":"The Mystery of Marmalade"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The best citrus<br \/>\ngrows on the trees<br \/>\nthat still grace<br \/>\nMarjorie&#8217;s old place<br \/>\nat Cross Creek.<\/p>\n<p>In the evening<br \/>\nyou can stand<br \/>\non the bridge<br \/>\nand hear frogs<br \/>\nby the dozen.<\/p>\n<p>Daytime, visit<br \/>\nthe garden and see<br \/>\nchickens and mallards<br \/>\namong the tomatoes.<\/p>\n<p>But to fill winter jars<br \/>\nwith delectable orange,<br \/>\ngrapefruit, and kumquat<br \/>\ndelight, you must lock your<br \/>\nelbows, grasp the long poles,<br \/>\nand pull with all your might.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The best citrus grows on the trees that still grace Marjorie&#8217;s old place at Cross Creek. In the evening you can stand on the bridge and hear frogs by the dozen. Daytime, visit the garden and see chickens and mallards among the tomatoes. But to&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":219,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-39660","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39660","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/219"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=39660"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39660\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":39672,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39660\/revisions\/39672"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39660"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=39660"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=39660"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}