Mid-September root cellar
I bet you can't imagine what I've been up to. Eh? Oh my. Oh my goodness.
Approximately a quarter on these shelves is from last year. The rest? This summer. I know. Un-un-un-un. And that doesn't even include the frozen or dried goods (for which I had to clear out another corner shelf).
This past weekend I canned 17.5 pints of BBQ sauce, 9-ish big and small jelly jars of crabapple butter, dried 3 crabapple leathers, and decanted 9 quarts of sauerkraut. I ran out of time and still have about half of the cabbage to go for this week's batch of sauerkraut. On Friday, my friend Lindsay came again and we canned 16 quarts of salsa, put 5 trays of paste tomatoes in the dehydrator, and cut up all those crabapples.
Honestly....? I'm starting to run out of steam. All this combined with the lack of any personal reflection or down-time has me schnookered.
Meanwhile, life goes on.
Diego in the schoolhouse portion of his favorite museum
Fun with 'Tatohead
Version 3.0 of Truen's summer farmers' market table
Our first summer with the sandbox --
How did we ever survive before??
Jamie and I built this together --
That coy smile was the calm before the storm of a major smashfest.
Eliah has started clunking into things with his hands now.
He was mighty interested in this book
and patted it until it fell off the armrest.
(This is what Truen and I have been calling him)
What a dumplin'.
Finally, I have some explaining to do. Eons ago, my SIL asked me why I have been labeling Eliah under the name "Elias Ashmole". I kept on thinking I would do an actual post on this explanation, but after 3 months I see that it probably isn't going to happen. Heh.
Elias Ashmole was a fifteenth century antiquarian and alchemist. He showed up in a book that Blaine was reading around the time we were struggling to find a name for Ee-yi-ya (Blaine calls him "Peach"). I woke up the morning of the 4th day with Blaine telling me that he had found a name and said, "I think it was Elias Buttcheek?" Because really. What kind of a last name is Ashmole?
We sat on it for a day and the name eventually morphed into Eliah. And that was that.
Telling this story had dredged my mind for the memory that I still haven't posted Eliah's birth story. Nor have I contemplated birth announcements longer than a few seconds. And his baby calendar is still hanging on the wall in the month of August. Will I ever catch up with life? No wonder why my parents were a decade behind in developing and sorting through pictures. It was just too hard.