So I'm keeping this short and sweet because I have tried to get this post up so many times but then buckled under time constraints and feeling overwhelmed with the idea of a Big Catching Up and being just plain out of the blogging habit.
The house has sold. About time.
So in less than a month we will be somewhere else in this little adventure called life, I just don't know exactly where yet but hope to this week. The house rental ( in an art community) I really, really wanted fell through and now it's very slim pickings. I'm not too excited about this At. All. but so it goes. I will really miss the plop, plop plop sound of the frogs jumping in the water as I walk around the pond (among many other things)
The chalkboard welcome sign did not do the trick for the house sale. I changed to this one (copied from somewhere online) and I guess it did the job. We tried the whisky smash the night we signed the house papers and it burned all the way down. Apt! I would have preferred the orange one but we were out of vodka.
End of summer, early autumn activities have continued as usual, especially since I can truly mess up the house again. I must say we really got the hang of keeping a very tidy house but really, we do too much to justify living like a magazine layout. It was very convenient for having company over, though.
I have a new seller for my soap, that makes two not including myself so I am making double batches.
The Annual Canning of The Tomatoes happened. The same night I picked all the green tomatoes left in my garden by flashlight because I was feeling very chilly when I hauled my boxes of still warm jars from the car and I looked up towards the almost full harvest moon and just because of a darn good intuition it was the right thing to do, which it was. I woke up to frost and limp, dying plants. Luckily I had the urge to make pesto the week before so the basil did not meet the same fate as the tomato plants.
(It's been warm since of course so all the brassicas and pumpkins and carrots and lettuces are still going strong)
The tomato canning (22 jars) was followed by the canning of the peaches, preceded by the salsa making and ketchup, because glucose-fructose is banned from our household. I had to put some in a ketchup bottle for aesthetic reasons and you know? It's needs a good hard whack! to move out of the bottle just like regular ketchup. I'm glad the rest are in jars. The husband mentioned something about homemade mustard but I don't know if he was kidding.
Also, there were too many dill pickles in my life. 14 jars. I naturally fermented some - so much easier but let's just say if you visit any time soon you are bringing home pickles (which you will not be, because we are soon homeless!)
Because canned goods are so photogenic, one photo as evidence will suffice.
I also completed a cardigan this summer. I thought I was very clever and sized up a children's sweater pattern that I admired - by one size. I tried on the pieces as I went and all seemed on target but when I got the whole thing together it was huge on me! I threw it in the knitting basket, called my sister who may want it and that's that. It is the third or fourth try with this yarn and I have officially washed my hands of it. I did enjoy the process, blah, blah blah but I did want the wear the finished product too!
I want to take little bits of this property with me and some wood pieces are being saved from our trees , hence the spoon and later this month some willow for a basket, not to be harvested at the right time but needs must.
So to recap, I have been a bad blogger, the house sold, I am packing and working too much and house hunting and harvesting and canning and making soap and knitting a sock.
Aren't you glad you made it to the end of such titilating subject matter?
Oh and I finally thinned the carrots (and the soil) out properly so they grew straight. Yes, I do get excited about stuff like this.
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