The boys wanted a tractor ride while Daddy was mowing lawn, so we got our shoes and socks on and – eventually – trooped outside for said ride around the yard. Thumper always wants to be first, but Cricket beat him to the punch. So while Daddy adjusted Cricket’s hearing protection, Thumper and I retreated to the sidewalk.
Apparently he thinks lawnmowers are quite loud, but he still had a great time riding around the yard when it was his turn.
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This apple beauty was my reward for freezing God only knows how many quarts of corn. It’s upwards of 90, but the exact amount is uncertain because we ran out of bags. There’s still a boatload left to freeze, but we’re also out of freezer space.
Apple pie has never tasted so good.
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Inspired by my good friend Mara, I’ve decided to undertake a new project. I’m going to post a photo a day for a year. I hope my skills continue to develop. Also, it’ll be fun.
Right?
Right. 🙂
So, without further ado, here’s a picture I took as I was leaving work tonight. It’s a perfect depiction of how I felt all day, of struggling to shine on despite the haze, and I love the way it turned out.
I hope you like it, and I hope you stick around and see where my camera and I end up. Happy Friday!
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*yawn*
*blink blink*
*chugs two gallons of strong coffee*
Wow! Well, that’s a little better. After yesterday, I’m exhausted. It seems like every time I have a day or two off of work, I need a day or two to recover. Vacation can be exhausting, but this summer, I haven’t been able to go on vacation, and it’s been equally exhausting.
Yesterday I froze corn, something I’ve only attempted as an adult once up to now. It was bad. I found my grandma’s recipe, then promptly misread it, and the results were terrible. But we received a boatload of fresh sweet corn over the weekend and had to do something with it, so yesterday I tracked down my grandma’s recipe again, determined to have better results this time.
I’m happy to say I got what I wanted. I’m even happier to say that I’m done freezing corn (for a while, anyway).
I posted a few shots of my progress on Instagram throughout the day yesterday, but it was after 11:00 p.m. last night before we were finally finished – it would have been much later without the help of my wonderful family. When I was a kid, my mom’s family always used to freeze corn together – we shucked and cut the corn outside (this keeps the mess down, and I really wish I’d done the same thing yesterday), then cooked it inside. It was always a big day – Grandpa always had a truckload of corn to freeze. One of my favorite corn-freezing stories involved my great-grandma. I have no idea if I was present at the time this particular incident occurred (she died when I was four), but I get a kick out of the story regardless. Anyway, it was corn-freezing day…
Today’s Photo Friday theme is all about the great outdoors. If you keep tabs on my Instagram widget in the sidebar on the right, you’ll see that I take lots and lots of pictures of flowers. Like, seriously, a ton. I may not be able to grow flowers worth a hoot, but I sure can take nice pictures of them.
More pretties are hidden behind the cut!
Nothin’ says summer like fresh corn on the cob. Except for maybe the fresh (Made from scratch, even!) strawberry rhubarb pie cooling in the kitchen. 🙂
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It’s been a whirlwind sort of day around here. I stayed up till 2:00 a.m. reading Inquisitor by RJ Blain, which I’m really enjoying, so I wasn’t exactly ready to rise with the boys this morning at 7:00 a.m. I spent half my day running all over three counties to get last-minute things done for the kids’ fair projects, which are being judged as we speak.
At last, I have a little bit of peace and quiet to get done the dozen and one other things I have to do today, and I’m so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open.
So. I think I’m just going to go sit down with my candy-coated licorice bites and listen to the birds sing in the trees while I finish reading my book. It’s nice to relax every now and then.
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You may recall that last weekend, we had some wild weather. It’s actually been a wild couple of weeks, weatherwise. Between floods and tornadoes, we’ve had all we can do to keep up with the effects of the storms leveled at us. Last week’s storms knocked down two of our trees, and left branches dangling from a couple of others. Seymour and I spent Sunday afternoon trying to clean up the yard, only to have more storms roll through that night.
My hometown was too close for comfort to one of Sunday evening’s passing tornadoes. Apparently, our new house was also fairly close, but I didn’t know that till Monday morning.
This week’s Photo Friday is all about being out and about, and since it’s Independence Day here in the good ol’ U.S. of A., I can’t think of a better place to be than out and about.
I started the day off out and about at our old house, prepping for the open house this weekend. That was followed up by a trip to the park, which is where the bulk of my hometown’s Fourth of July festivities take place:
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I went upstairs to put the boys to bed a little after 8:00 p.m. and the sky was dark. Like middle-of-the-night dark. Given that it’s been staying light till somewhere around 9:00 p.m. lately, this was odd. But it had been raining, so I didn’t worry too much about it. I had just started reading Fox in Socks when the emergency alert went off on my phone – a tornado warning had just been issued. I hollered down to Seymour to find out what was going on and he said he’d check the radar, so I went back to reading. A couple minutes later, Bubbles thundered up the stairs and said we were supposed to head down to the basement.
After yesterday’s monsoon, we woke up to find our basement submerged beneath three inches of water. We managed to drain it eventually, thanks to our cousins – they came to Cricket’s birthday party this afternoon packing a pump. The basement is once more flooded in places, but that’s fodder for another post.
I may even write it one day.
Suddenly they all died. The end. 