Perfect Timing
Yesterday’s tidying the studio was perfect timing. Today I went to Fairfax. Kevin’s Garage was as if there had been some tidying going on their as well. It’s difficult when the seller has lived his whole life dragging his feet and now it was time for the bear to do it in the buckwheat . . . and clear out the old for the new owner. Hat’s off Kevin and Kersten.
I popped in on Kersten at Casey’s. Just as I was leaving the parking lot was filling in for some lunch fare. Busy, busy.
Dennis and I processed some sweet corn this afternoon that Kevin had sent home. There will be good digs in the freezer this winter.
I had wanted to take care of some fabric I acquired this afternoon, but the corn came first. I have a hard time turning down fabric that is new and waiting to be made into something that can bring warmth to family or a donation. The honey pot of this gift was the 100% flannel. I prefer backing quilts with flannel. Sister-in-law Jo taught me that trick. The quilt doesn’t shift and slide off of the bed with flannel like it does with woven cotton. Dennis is going to help me find a spot in the studio for it. Dennis is a pushover to help when there is one of his favorite supper dishes coming. He definitely knows where his bread, spread with apricot jam, is buttered.
The air is sultry outside and it will take some time for the kitchen to cool off from blanching corn. It is small potatoes compared to all the canning I have under my belt from decades past. If there was an empty fruit jar, we were not done processing anything from pickles to every type of small vegetable that grew in our huge garden. After the potatoes were dug, even the tiny ones found themselves in a jar. They were perfect for a quick slice as fried potatoes.
That era of my life was the best ever. A farm wife that could milk a cow, clean a manure gutter, throw silage from the top rung and butcher a chicken in five minute flat. And . . . I had a sewing studio in those days as well. There is so much to enjoy in those memories.