Why, hello 8 jillion apples....
I loved you in the beginning.
Now, you make me tired.
Black and Creamy.
And oh so dreamy...
Couldn't help myself.
Now it's Ransom's turn.
I love how each boy has done this little ritual...
Again, now it's Ransom who is becoming more and more interested.
This particular batch of applesauce was "heavily sampled."
This involves a bold brew of coffee, a game or two of Cribbage, and us finding ourselves extremely hilarious. Few truly get our brand of humor.
My loudest child is the greatest lover of books, and this is how I often find him most afternoons. Love.
We caught snakes, frogs, toads, and salamanders this summer but no turtles.
Until last week! We caught a little painted turtle AND a little snapper.
We'll let them go in our little stream, and maybe they'll come back to us next summer.
I planted about 20, but I'm not complaining. One for each little hoolie.
I still have this many times two if anyone would take them off my hands. My tomatoes started blighting, so I picked them all while they were still green and spread them out on newspapers in my basement. Now they are ALL ripening. Holy Hannah. I was in tomatoes up to my ears. Now I am trying to pay people to take them.
Kaden gets just as excited about this as I do.
This week I have to make pickled beets, and then I have one more batch of bread and butter pickles to make and I am DONE....Unless my neighbor, Lew, brings me over some of his derby beans...then I might be tempted to make another batch of dilly beans. And then I might go and get some more apples....I haven't reached my goal of 52 quarts yet....
But, THEN I'll be done.
It's almost time!
And then rifle season.
I shall be a widow for a few months.....
Enjoy the little things.
See the joy in the small.
Savor the simplicity.