So, as some of you will remember, two weeks ago I hurt my back. I was in a bad way for over a week. I’m happy to say I have recovered and am back to my broken down self that I was before. I’m thanking God daily, if not hourly for this I can assure you.
All of the hub bub of the past two weeks has gotten my family on “mom lifting” alert. If I so much as move a tool from one area of the yard to another, I promise warning sirens go off “Warning! Warning! Lifting in progress! Proceed to scolding stage immediately! Warning! Warning!”
I realize that they certainly do not want to see me suffer (or have to help me walk from one room to another at 1am) but good gravy, I was just moving the hoe I wasn’t using the hoe.
So, I’ve decided to placate them. It’s five against one, I don’t have much choice. I’m doing “easy” projects myself and watching (and directing) all of the heavy business that they’ll do.
I’m pickling radishes this week. Yum. This has been a super fun project for Patrick (and me). He gets so excited to find the really big ones but he also has fun getting the little ones, “Aww it’s so cute!”. We thinned out some of the small ones to make a little room for some of the medium sized radishes to do their thing. I’m hoping to get all of the French Breakfast done this weekend. That will give me next weekend to do the Spanish Blacks and Philadelphia White Box, just in time to do the Green Meats and Mino whites the week after that. So, by all calculations, the next 12 years of Saturdays are planned for me = )
A dear lady from church just gave me 6 dozen quart jars, as she finds them too heavy to deal with these days. Her husband had it right when he said, “She’s not giving you canning jars, she’s giving you work.” He was spot on, but I am so grateful for the jars and the work, for that matter!