I’ve got 28 quarts of green beans and 13 pints of dill hamburger pickles under my belt! The canning season has just begun! My pressure cooker and water bath canner have now taken up semi-permanent residence on the kitchen table along with all the lids, jars and rings. If it’s not canning, then it’s freezing something: raspberries, broccoli, zucchini and in the near future, sweet corn. I’m hoping to finish the beans before tomato canning starts. After a lovely rain, the green beans are getting new flowers and I think our okra is almost ready to bud as well.
This morning Nathan and I discovered our first ripe tomatoes, a handful of the plum sized brown berry variety (pictured above), one yellow and one Cherokee Purple. He popped the berry tomatoes in his mouth like candy and with green seeds spilling out his mouth and on his shirt was begging for more. This kid has a great appetite! The other night Dan was picking a few straggling green beans only to look over and see Nathan leaning over a huge broccoli plant trying to bite off part of a broccoli floret! I’ve caught him trying to scratch off some cabbage and gnawing on the stem end of a yellow zucchini. He also grabbed a green tomato and wisely spit that out. Finally, besides always having a cucumber in each hand, he picks the green seed pods off the asparagus plants, which look like green berries. You’re not supposed to eat them, but guess who’s eating them? Yup! Nathan! That’s our son!
He babbles all the time now, and his new sounds include “ba” and “va.” Dan and I laugh when he is in the bathtub and performs for his audience. He sticks his face in the water and blows bubbles, immediately sits up, and screeches and claps praise for himself, which we do too! It’s so cute! He had another bonk to the head last night, and now has a nice little red raspberry on his forehead. After a good cry, hugs and cuddling from Mama, he babbled through his tears, and then wanted down to chase the cats. He’s tough stuff! Thankfully his head is really hard!
Saturday Dan spent the day scooping manure out of the front barn area, while I canned green beans and pickles. After a hard day of work we rewarded ourselves by eating out and took Nathan along. He didn’t have any objections to the onion petals, mashed potatoes or cookie and ice cream dessert we let him try. I think that’s like the 3rd, maybe 4th time (including his birthday) he’s had a treat of some kind. Aren’t we cruel parents?!
And that’s the news from this another-bonk-on-the-head week on the farm!