Harvest on Stauffer
This Saturday was busy for me right until twelve noon. Always a load of laundry. That gave me a chance to bake a batch of scones. I do not trust myself to go outside while the oven is on. I vividly remembering boiling a pot of eggs until the kettle was dry. I couldn’t figure out what the popping sound was as I weeded a flower bed next to the house.
When I came into the house I couldn’t see across the room for black suety clouds. The popping had been the eggs as they exploded. Egg yolk dripping from the skylight. I did learn my lesson to stay indoors until burners and ovens can be turned off.
I did head for the gardens once the laundry was in the dryer and the scones were done. I had given myself two hours and then call it quits for outside work. There are plants that should not be in flower beds . . . more telling . . . clover. With the soil wettened yesterday, the clover pulled easily. With one hand on the cane, the bending over was safe. No sudden standing up straight quickly.
As I was washing off my hands, neighbor Jan came over with carrots. Twelve huge and long carrots that were ready to be peeled and blanched. Jan had helped with yard work this spring and I didn’t have the heart to turn her down. Nor, could I not take them inside and begin peeling them. Dennis came in and ran the mandolin that had been my mother’s. The thinly sliced carrots were ready for blanching and freezing. The carrots will come in handy for hot dishes this winter.
I did feel it in my legs and hands as the day wound down.
Saturday is a huge day on the RFD channel. Tractor Pete and the tractor auctions. Dennis gets busy telling me about the great deals on the older tractors. He gets his suspenders in a twist. I do nod and I know enough lingo about tractors to add a word or two.
The day has come to a close here on Stauffer Avenue. Dennis and I have had a good run on it. Think of a good experience and . . . smile.