More than one person has asked me if it isn't a lot of trouble, doing all this gardening and canning. Actually, it's been a joy this year. I hadn't done any real gardening for three or four years, and it brought back a lot of memories. I learned so much about gardening and canning from my mother, and it's put me in touch with her again.
That is, until yesterday and today.
I'm not sure what it was yesterday that made me so tired. Oh, I went and got all the ingredients for our dinner (noon meal) from the garden and then cooked it all. I heated up the syrup for the cucumber curls and poured it back over them. I got some peaches off the tree for our cereal. I mowed the front yard. I milked the cow yesterday morning, but that only takes ten minutes... I timed it. Looking back, it just doesn't seem like so much. Oh yes, and I went out and got some things from the garden and the peach tree to send my sister.
Today was the straw that broke this camel's back. I picked my Kentucky Wonder green beans and got enough for our dinner, and dug some potatoes to put with them, then decided to have fried okra, and cooked some Savoy cabbage. I picked tomatoes, enough to can seven quarts. And today was the day to put the Cucumber Curls into jars. Sticky juice everywhere, but when it's time, it's time. The funny thing is, I used to be able to do twice this much and tend two babies.
No more pickles, except for the batch of fourteen-day pickles I have already started.
We may take a road trip, which will get me away from the peaches. I told Cliff's sister to feel free to freeze them, because they'll probably be done after this weekend.
Honestly, the garden itself is great, and I'm loving it. Canning the tomatoes is no big deal, and I love having meals that are totally home-grown.
But when the pickles come due at the same time as the peaches and tomatoes, I'm a little overwhelmed. I refuse to have my life dictated by vegetables. I admit, though, that nobody put pressure on me to do all this except little old me.
Now that I've vented, I feel much better.
Note to my daughter: I know you are expecting company this weekend. There are some peaches in the garage refrigerator that you are welcome to take home to make cobbler or something out of. I think they aren't even wormy peaches! Help yourselves to tomatoes, too. There are some in a bucket in the kitchen, already picked. Grab a jar of cucumber curls if you like. Feel free to dig some taters. You'll find the onions dug and put in the back of Cliff's shop.