Let nothing be wasted

I'm tired.  That's nothing new, because these days, in spite of getting enough sleep, I wake up tired.  However, once I get busy with something, I don't think about how tired I am... and boy, have I been busy.  Most of our meals for the last couple of weeks have been from the garden.  Green beans, tomatoes and sauces made from them, corn, okra (sometimes fried, sometimes smothered), and potatoes.  I've been up to my elbows in tomatoes and peaches, putting them up in the freezer.  

Just for fun, I even canned a few peaches.

 We will soon be going to Iowa to the Old Threshers Reunion, so today it's been a race to leave no peaches, tomatoes, or corn to rot.  I still need to pick some green beans, too, and put them in the refrigerator so I can cook them when we get home.  Oh yes, and we have plenty of pears from a young tree.  For some reason, worms and bugs don't seem to bother pears; after all those wormy peaches (and sweet corn), it's nice to pick up a pear without accidentally ingesting protein in the form of ugly worms. 

Cliff greets me coming in the house with ice cream buckets full of garden stuff and calls me his hunter-gatherer.

We got 6/10 of rain Sunday, and I'm hearing thunder right now.  Maybe the drought is over.  

I need to mop; all this business of cutting corn off the cob, skinning tomatoes, and cutting worms out of peaches is messy.  Maybe tomorrow.  I started cleaning the refrigerator, ran into a problem with a broken shelf, and stopped.  Cliff fixed it, but I'm not doing it this evening.

I'm going to go see about those green beans.  That shouldn't take long.

Peace.

I apologize to those who read this early on.  Talk about misprints!  How does one cut corn off a cop????  Anyhow, Cliff caught my errors and I hope I corrected them all.  I confess I was hurrying to do this entry; one should not rush at such a task.  Also, I'm not at my best in the evening.  

Excuses, I know.  Everybody has them, yada yada yada

Almost sunrise, with peaches on my schedule

I just realized something, as daylight slowly brightens up the sky:  I still get excited for a new day when I realize the sun is about to come up.  Seriously, my heart leaps with the realization I have another day ahead of me.

I've been peeling, cutting up, and dissecting peaches for a week.  The dissecting part of the work is because the peaches are wormy, and I don't want to eat any worms... or any of their tunnels inside the fruit, either.  Sometimes I throw away a larger part of the peach than I keep.  I have a lot of them picked, waiting for them to ripen.  They are on the front porch and pack porch, and a few are waiting in the kitchen.  I will freeze some in quart bags today. 

Our tomatoes are about to go away with blight, but I am so very thankful we've had all we wanted and more.  There are still some smaller ones ripening, so maybe we'll have B.L.T.'s one more time before they're completely gone. 

That one bucket is on the table where I feed the cats; I feed them there because I don't want the dogs eating their breakfast.  Also, ants and slugs can't get to it.  They'll both be back to eat more before long, but they don't like peaches; so that's my overflow peach place.

I made a peach cobbler yesterday; we had some, still slightly warm, with ice cream for our dinner dessert.  Very good, if I say so myself.

Cliff just got up, so that's my blog entry for  today.  Besides, I think I have a late planting of green beans ready to pick before the sun gets uncomfortably hot.

Peace.