Posted in Kitchen
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Sunday - September 24, 2006
There are many folks I come in contact with that don't understand how I can do so much WORK. I tell them it isn't real work because I enjoy it. Here's a classic example:
Sunday we had good friends come down from the Chicago-land area. (They homestead on 1/2 acre. What they don't have in land, they make up in heart. I don't know too many folks who can year 'round!)
When they arrived, I was just finishing jarring up some Lemon Basil Jelly. Ivy & I got to lick out the pan ... yum! We caught up the draft horses, dressed them in their work clothes, hitched them to the farm wagon and took a 2 mile ride to some neighbors who had an apple tree that was overloaded. We picked & ate our fill and drove 2 houses down to another neighbor wallowing in pears. We again picked & ate our fill of pears and headed back down the road.
Some would say picking fruit may be time consuming work, but when it's filled with laughter and fellowship ...
Our friends had brought gifts of homemade pickles, old canning jars with paraffin and even an old, hand-cranked ice cream maker. We loaded them up with jellies & jams and a fair share of the apples & pears.
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