These days often find me outside with the early birds. Coffee savored along with birdsong, gearing up for another stressful day. The old kitchen table has migrated to the back yard during the make-over.
Sitting at the table is necessary for writing on needles.
When the last needle has been buffed and written on and the last sip of coffee swallowed the garden calls, conspiring to keep me outside. It’s been sorely neglected. Please don’t ask to see the flower bed! For garden color this year I planted a heliotrope.
Yesterday I canned two batches of green beans. Nothing beats pole beans for flavor. Long sleeves are needed if I don’t want itchy arms for the next several hours.Maybe it was those long ago days when we daily picked pole beans for two pennies a pound. All morning and into the early afternoon we drug huge cotton sacks slowly along a row picking, picking. I was too short to reach the tops of the vines so shared the row with my mom or sister. At lunchtime we’d sit in the cool shade of the tall plants and eat sandwiches with freshly sliced cucumbers. I was so proud when I finally was able to fill my sack with 100lbs of beans. Hard tedious work, but stuff of memories. Besides, most kids in the area picked crops throughout the summer.
The house is coming along. All of the hard work is finished. Ed is with his old buddies on their annual men’s fishing trip this weekend. It’s a much needed break both physically and mentally. He’s been pushing himself so hard that sleep has been elusive.
I’m looking forward to large amounts of time for knitting, hairpin lace and spinning – all sadly neglected these past couple of weeks.