October 22, 2009

• Applesauce Time!

    It’s time to make applesauce again! The boys have been picking the apples from our tree all morning in the rain, they had so much fun. We are canning applesauce today and will also be making bread. Hmm, perhaps we should make some apple butter for our bread……

   

  

  

  

   

   

  

  Jake taking an apple break.

  

  Our ducks eating some of the fallen apples.

  

   

  

  Hey Ben!!

  

  Caleb

  

  

   

  

    

  

   

  

   

   

  

   

  

  Our first batch of applesauce is finished! We are going to make apple butter and might make some apple jelly too, we just ran out of time today.

  Stephanie made pumpkin bread today with a pumpkin from our garden. It’s easy to do and tastes better than the canned version (and smells really good while it’s baking too!).

  Canning…it’s part of the season.  Like falling leaves, cooler weather, starting homeschooling again, when we do something every year, it becomes tradition.  Our kids have a sense of security in that.  The seasons come and go with their own rhythm. If something changes or we skip some part of our traditional celebrations our kids are always the first to notice. Even if we do something a few years in  a row and we do not intend on making it a tradition,  our kids are the first to say, “but we always do…”.  = )

  Here are some pictures of  the corn and beans we “put up” for the winter. The first batch was 35quarts of green beans, and 40quarts of corn.

   

   

   

  Our gardens are all empty now.  All the plants are pulled out and burned in the burn pile. Every day looks a little more like winter around here, the leaves are changing color and gently falling to the ground. Another season is in full swing, and I feel secure in that. We can’t stop them, nor change them, we just have to go with the seasons. 

  My husband’s grandmother passed away 2weeks ago, she was 96 and just as sharp mentally as she was when she was young.  Born in Italy she came here at age 8.  Her seasons went by quickly, too quickly for all of us, we will miss her terribly.

  

  In Loving Memory of Gramma Frances. 

                                                            If We Never Meet Again

                                            If we never meet again, this side of heaven

                                          As we struggle through this world and it’s strife

                                     There’s another meeting place somewhere in heaven

                                                 In the wonderful sweet by and by… 

                                                                                             Love you Gramma

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