Someone in the history of our property's settlement planted three mulberry bushes behind the duck shed, and every year the bushes take turns in producing gorgeous, juicy berries.
This year Dad discovered three more HUGE bushes in the ditch up the hill, and so on Saturday I took Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum berry picking.
Or rather, I took them to go berry munching while I picked.
We started with the bush that is growing wild in the field on our property before heading towards the planted one. Between bushes Tweedle Dee used the excuse "Gotta go bathroom" and fled to Mom and Dad where she reported that I was "Slaving them" and begged for parental intervention.
However, my parents live to see their children's character built and jobs done, so they threw her back outside to help me and Tweedle Dum finish picking.
We got at least two gallons worth of berries (I know you measure them in bushels but I don't know how many bushels we got and I know how many gallons we got so there) and now we have to figure out what we are going to do with them.
Tweedle Dee voted for Mom to make juice, but we need to buy canning lids for that. And that means long hours in the kitchen boiling stuff down and getting hot and sticky. Yay.
KB said she hated me when I walked in with the big tub full of berries with TD and TD marching proudly in front of me. :-) I guess she figured all I was good for on my visits is creating more work for her to do. That's what big sisters are for, right?
TD and TD and I drove to the bushes on the hill as we had to take a detour around the once-again-flooded river, and on our way back we discovered ANOTHER mulberry bush.
"Hey guys, look! Another one! Should we stop?"
"NO!" they screamed in terror. We had been outside for at least three hours and for the last half of it they had both routinely been informing me that the "clock inside my tummy says its lunchtime."
So fun times on the farm. I couldn't find my camera so no pictures of our deeply-purple stained hands and scratched arms :-(
In other news, trying to finish the Coopertive Program assignment for school and figure out the job situation before heading back to school in August. Oh joy. Being an adult is not always all it is cracked up to be.
Anyhoo. Made Romanian coffee today and dipped some of our home-grown zuchinni in eggs and garlic-salted-flour and fried them up. YUMMY. I wish eating healthy wasn't so dang expensive most of the time. And to be perfectly honest, I far prefer the taste of my own cooking to any gourmet cafeteria at any school. But the powers that be decree otherwise, and so off to the meal-plan-paying office I go first thing when I get on campus. Pooh. But other than that I am looking forward to buying interesting theologically-based books and studying them and learning different missions techniques and writing papers and cramming for tests and ridiculous hours with friends sharing some kind of chocolate something or fried something and swapping different types of tea with girls of various majors and theological viewpoints. Although it has been good to be home and live in a HOUSE and home again for a while.
Later gator,
~Princess Ouch~
This year Dad discovered three more HUGE bushes in the ditch up the hill, and so on Saturday I took Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum berry picking.
Or rather, I took them to go berry munching while I picked.
We started with the bush that is growing wild in the field on our property before heading towards the planted one. Between bushes Tweedle Dee used the excuse "Gotta go bathroom" and fled to Mom and Dad where she reported that I was "Slaving them" and begged for parental intervention.
However, my parents live to see their children's character built and jobs done, so they threw her back outside to help me and Tweedle Dum finish picking.
We got at least two gallons worth of berries (I know you measure them in bushels but I don't know how many bushels we got and I know how many gallons we got so there) and now we have to figure out what we are going to do with them.
Tweedle Dee voted for Mom to make juice, but we need to buy canning lids for that. And that means long hours in the kitchen boiling stuff down and getting hot and sticky. Yay.
KB said she hated me when I walked in with the big tub full of berries with TD and TD marching proudly in front of me. :-) I guess she figured all I was good for on my visits is creating more work for her to do. That's what big sisters are for, right?
TD and TD and I drove to the bushes on the hill as we had to take a detour around the once-again-flooded river, and on our way back we discovered ANOTHER mulberry bush.
"Hey guys, look! Another one! Should we stop?"
"NO!" they screamed in terror. We had been outside for at least three hours and for the last half of it they had both routinely been informing me that the "clock inside my tummy says its lunchtime."
So fun times on the farm. I couldn't find my camera so no pictures of our deeply-purple stained hands and scratched arms :-(
In other news, trying to finish the Coopertive Program assignment for school and figure out the job situation before heading back to school in August. Oh joy. Being an adult is not always all it is cracked up to be.
Anyhoo. Made Romanian coffee today and dipped some of our home-grown zuchinni in eggs and garlic-salted-flour and fried them up. YUMMY. I wish eating healthy wasn't so dang expensive most of the time. And to be perfectly honest, I far prefer the taste of my own cooking to any gourmet cafeteria at any school. But the powers that be decree otherwise, and so off to the meal-plan-paying office I go first thing when I get on campus. Pooh. But other than that I am looking forward to buying interesting theologically-based books and studying them and learning different missions techniques and writing papers and cramming for tests and ridiculous hours with friends sharing some kind of chocolate something or fried something and swapping different types of tea with girls of various majors and theological viewpoints. Although it has been good to be home and live in a HOUSE and home again for a while.
Later gator,
~Princess Ouch~
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