Ordinary Time

The first item is canning. Last weekend I went to my favorite farm stand to get some sweet corn for Labor Day. My choice was to get two dozen ears (which is what I went for) or a bag of over five dozen ears and not quite half the price per ear. Guess which I picked. It was a lot of corn. So everyone are their fill, but we still had quite a bit left over.  This was not all of it. That evening, my first plan was to find a spot in one of the refrigerators to keep it (it was all blanched) until I could tackle it later in the week. Not surprisingly, it didn't fit in any refrigerator. So I. and I found ourselves cutting corn off the cob on Monday evening. I ended up with 18 cups of really good frozen sweet corn.  But wait, there's more! Eight cups more to be exact. This I set aside to make corn relish with. This is what I did today because I was worried about it going bad before I could get to it. I'm happy to report that all six pints of corn relish sealed. Items still on my can...

I finished a really good book over the weekend. Actually, to be more truthful, I binge read a really good book over the weekend. It was Wool by Hugh Howey. Now before you write it off as another of my rather niche fiber books, know that it actually has nothing to do with wool. Neither J. (who also read it) not I actually have any idea why it is titled as it is. It is actually dystopian fiction. This isn't a genre I typically read, but the storyline and characters were very engaging. I recommend it even if you, too, don't really care for dystopian fiction.  You are not off the fiber hook for this post, though. The thing I didn't really enjoy was when I was pulled out of the story because of the black hole that most people have about where their textiles come from.  To be fair to the author, he did do better than most because he acknowledged that fabric had to be made. There was a brief mention about looks to weave the cotton for their clothes. This is still a bit of fabric m...

Many children were able to come out for Labor Day. Food, fun, laughter, though we missed those who had to work.