And then the strawberries started coming on. My mother was very diligent in seeing that her strawberries were picked clean every two days. Since her birthday was in the latter part of May, she used to get strawberry shortcake for her special day. If they were late in a particular year and there weren't enough ripe for everybody, she got the first bowl. This year I was so lazy, I stopped picking them for four days, so of course some were rotting. I could hear my mom exclaiming, "Oh no! Those pretty strawberries are going to waste!"
So I picked a few more. Then after three days, figuring they'd rotted and stopped bearing, I checked them and realized I could salvage a lot of them. That's how my strawberry picking has gone this year; I just don't care much about any of it.
Today the kid helped me, and she's a great little picker. Oh, she misses more than she picks, but she knows to throw away the bad ones (if they're too rotten she won't touch them, though).
Because of those young Norway Spruce trees in the background, I'll probably relocate my garden next year lest the tree roots rob nutrients from the things growing in the garden.
Here's what this years garden looks like:
I have gotten rid of a lot of canning jars, and I need to get rid of more. But you can't even give them away most of the time. The Amish folks at Jamesport will buy them, but I think you only get twenty-five cents per jar.
I have more than I will ever use again.
Every time I look at my jar collection, I know I should get rid of at least half of them; but then I remember how I bought brand new jars when we could barely afford to buy them, and how happy I was to see my pretty jars sitting on shelves in the basement. It's like selling my children! So I'll just keep them and my kids can haul them to the ditch when I'm gone. Can you say "hoarder"?
I've been spending at least an hour outside every morning lately, watching and listening to the world wake up. The hummingbirds seem to be the early risers of the bird world, so I sit on the porch and watch them fight over the nectar in the feeder before I come inside.
I love my mornings! Honestly, that's the highlight of my day. It just doesn't get any better than a morning in May in Missouri.
Let's not forget about my cats!
|The whole gang at feeding time|