I'm still on the canning/preserving merry-go-round and can't seem to get off. When will it stop? (I'm not really complaining; just getting dizzy!)
With the last batch of pickles I made this past weekend, I decided I had enough put by, so I could cross "Make pickles" off my list for this year. But when I wandered over to the pickling cucumber vines this afternoon, what did I see but another batch of perfect pickle sized cucs taunting me.
Before I dared even contemplate making "just one more batch," I ran to the telephone and called Patty (Let's Get Real) to see if she might want them. I caught her just at the right time as she was ready to head in my direction (she's a half hour away from me) and said she'd be glad to have the cucs to make pickles.
Here she is by the pickling cucumber trellises. Her helpers aren't her own girls but rather two friends of her girls who had been visiting. Patty was on the way to delivering them to their own home in town. The girls were good pickers and we got a really nice batch of pickles-to-be for her in no time.
We moved over to the bed of dill so Patty could take some home for her pickle making. You can see one of the girls investigating a nearby garden bed and exclaiming over "the really BIG pickles" she found. (It was a bed of slicing cucumbers.)
Earlier today I promised myself I'd work on that last box of "stuff" that needs to be sorted through and fit into my new desk . . . but I feel so pooped now (a little after 8 p.m.) that I'm tempted to knock it off for the night. How many votes do I hear for a shower, jammies, a glass of wine and a good book? Sure sounds good to me!
the quotidian (12.11.17)
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