We have been picking berries for about 4-5 weeks, sweating, itching, wiping bloody scratches on our hands, ants attacking us at every turn.
During the last week of picking I had begun to think that as a modern 40- 50 hour a week working woman, I should just get over this pioneer thing and buy some berries. Berries that would be all cleaned and prettied up (and much larger) at the local Walmart produce section. (my o my, what chemical therapy can do for fruit!)
Well, this morning, a beautiful sunny Sunday, I got up early, started the coffee, and made soft scrambled eggs with small flaky biscuits. I then spread the the biscuits with real butter and of course....blackberry-mulberry jelly. Jelly from those hard-won, 80 to 90 degree temperatured days , buggie, humid as hell, lookin for snakes everywhere, berries.
It was etheral, magical......
Purple, spreading softly, dark and rich, the ultimate fresh berry taste that can only come from unspoiled, no chemical enhancement, naturally beautiful, from your own land.. fruit.
If you are thinking that its too much trouble to grow and pick your own produce......... think again, and again.
Don't you love summer?
Today we make pesto. YEA!!!!
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
a pond is just a big hole
Drove out to the farm today to view the work that our contractor did on his first day. The road he's making is very nice, my yellow jeep made a very satisfying dust cloud on our way in! (ahh, country life... dust flying along your own country lane!)
The pond, which is my husband's great desire (mine is the superhuge kitchen and pantry the size of a bedroom) looked like a big hole in the ground. But..Kyle was estatic and in heaven. He called the grandchildren to come over because he said "a long time from now they will talk about how it used to look before it filled up with water. They can say, I saw it before it was a real pond". So, everyone came over and jumped in and out of the diggings and climbed on the bulldozer.
Of course, their mother my daughter, fussed about them getting really dirty and worried about the dangers of climbing on the bulldozer. (I could die laughing hearing her sound like me 20 years ago!)
So far "The pond" is about 8 feet deep and about 40 feet long. Not bad for one days dig. I think it will be 12 feet deep in the lowest point.
But to get back to that road....
I am in love with my dirt road .....it winds nicely to the back of the property, meandering slowly around the trees.
The house will look beautiful at the end of it.
Imagining endless days of sweet ice tea and little tomato sandwiches.
I know just where I'm going to put my two rope swing. It will hang on that big hackberry tree at the bend.
Life can not possibly get better than this.
The pond, which is my husband's great desire (mine is the superhuge kitchen and pantry the size of a bedroom) looked like a big hole in the ground. But..Kyle was estatic and in heaven. He called the grandchildren to come over because he said "a long time from now they will talk about how it used to look before it filled up with water. They can say, I saw it before it was a real pond". So, everyone came over and jumped in and out of the diggings and climbed on the bulldozer.
Of course, their mother my daughter, fussed about them getting really dirty and worried about the dangers of climbing on the bulldozer. (I could die laughing hearing her sound like me 20 years ago!)
So far "The pond" is about 8 feet deep and about 40 feet long. Not bad for one days dig. I think it will be 12 feet deep in the lowest point.
But to get back to that road....
I am in love with my dirt road .....it winds nicely to the back of the property, meandering slowly around the trees.
The house will look beautiful at the end of it.
Imagining endless days of sweet ice tea and little tomato sandwiches.
I know just where I'm going to put my two rope swing. It will hang on that big hackberry tree at the bend.
Life can not possibly get better than this.
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