I have intended to blog this week, really I have. But such is the way of things.
This week. Oh, this week has been a busy one. A Pretty one. A Happy One. A Funny one. But a busy one.
So instead of small nibbles that actually taste good- I have given you an enormous pot of things that were really never meant to be together. There is a slight chance that it will somehow miraculously 'work'. There is an even better chance this post may make you nauseous- but if I am ever to get caught up, then indigestion it must be.
Let's hope, instead, it turns out something more like Hungarian Goulash:
(I don't know why I am referring to a blog post as something edible. I must be hungry.)
I canned pears. I forgot how much I hate canning pears. Home canned pears taste DIVINE, but they are persnickety things to can.
In a matter of seconds the sky went from this:
I made such a pretty pineapple jalapeno salsa using only orange tomatoes.
The garden isn't quite as pretty these days. Certain things are dying out and I am so busy harvesting that I haven't weeded in a month. There is one death that is always welcome. The gardens' death after a fruitful year. The exhaustion makes it a welcome sight.
~ no broken limbs so far on the trampoline. Lots of bouncing boys and flying girls and plenty of flips though.
The corn is finally starting to be ready to eat! Nothing better for a long day in the kitchen than to throw a bunch of ears in the canning pot and call it dinner.
A storm was rolling in- and oh, it was a scary one too!-
The Mister was hauling logs in preparation for a big day sawing. He kept going and going until I finally went out and got him. Within three minutes the sky opened up, thunder rumbled us out of our chairs and lightening cracked. What would he do without me, I wonder?
Be electrocuted. That's what.
Penny, our Jersey, is a beauty. I should say, pretty as a....Penny. ;-) Her most beautiful feature must undoubtedly be her plump and shapely lips. Any girl would envy them, no?
If only they would aid her in getting some 'action'- the girl has been in heat twice now and goes hoarse from
She still measures pretty small to breed. I am not sure how much longer she can hold off though. A girl after my own heart.
Plenty of summer days have been "GARDEN LUNCH!" days in which I say they may eat of ANYTHING that is in the garden and as MUCH as they can fit in their bellies. I don't know if this makes me a bad mother or a good one- maybe just a lazy one. But it is pretty funny to see children eating green peppers like apples.
The only thing missing from this picture is a sleeveless shirt so I can see those bulging muscles. ;-)
I won't lie. I was slightly (okay, a lot) overwhelmed this week when we picked enough tomatoes to fill a small kiddie pool. I did the picking/washing/squeezo-ing....all...day...long...yesterday and today I will get it all canned. The sauce is cooking down as we speak.
I've been wearing my hair like so to keep my pesky bangs out of my face (tomato hands swiping irritating bangs isn't a desirable look.) Corynn asked me why I was wearing the bandanna backwards and I didn't really know.
And then it suddenly occurred to me.
A subliminal message to myself and all other busy ladies during these last few weeks of crazy-busy: