Moses walks over to this random ball player and stands beside him. Accessing the height and ball attire.
We had a wonderful Saturday morning hanging out with family.
We end the day with a stop by Costco and dinner at a friends home.
|Yes! My first real measuring set in almost 37 years. I adopted a set of measuring cups from our daughter, Anna.|
Marmalade greets us as we arrive for dinner
Cutting the last of the basil to dry.
Last weeks basil cutting dried and jarred.
FIGS!!!! Our first babies!!!
A beautiful day. Think I'll bake some bread in the SunOven.
The bread turned out great. Except, I dropped it taking it out of the oven. Made a crack down the center.
Sunday afternoon. Window washing and shared sweet potato pie.
Kirby and David look like the harvest Queen and King. No, really, Kirby gave David some cuttings of the sorghum growing by her porch. Taking home for decoration and saving seeds.
Pineapple is in season and a good price. My first time ever canning pineapple. I canned pineapple during a flood of rain. 6.75 inches of rain in less than 5 hours
|I read best to turn upside down to disperse juices throughout.|
|The pineapple corer and cutter upper.|
|All stages. Compost. Making juice from cores and pieces. Pineapple ready for the juice.|
|After boiling a while, I strained the juice, then reboiled to add to the chunks.|
|Cooking in juice. Getting ready for jars|
|Nine pint jars and one jar of juice. No BPA lined cans. No sugar.|
The surrounding area had some major flooding. Our little stream wasn't so calm and little.
A large tree fell from the saturated ground
Rainbow after the storm.
The Sorghum. Decoration
Drying for seed
Left overs for lunch from a nights meal of hot dogs/grilled sausages and slaw, made from our garden cabbage, brought a warmth inside my being remembering sitting around the table with three sweet grand daughters and their mom and dad.
Selah and Iona helped set the table choosing the "just right" napkin for each person. Think I'll straighten it later.
The five weeks of emerging golds, oranges, reds, browns have peaked here. The winds and rains shave the branches leaving patches of color here and there. I can feel winter lurking around the corner.