Yesterday, Michael picked two quarts of strawberries, and it was hard work. The berries were tiny and sparse. Then we stopped at a stand and bought four more quarts. .The season is winding down, and since we've had few or none for the last several years, we decided this was the year to get some. We put four quarts into freezer jam a week or so ago. Now I have four quarts capped and frozen whole for smoothies in the middle of winter. The ones Michael picked yesterday are going straight into our pie holes, as they are too delicious to put off for anything other than straight eating. We ate almost a whole quart last night, lightly sugared, with very lightly sweetened fresh whipped cream. Yum!!
Michael is very tolerant of my lack of ambition when it comes to stoop labor. I don't mind picking blueberries because I can stand to do that. Strawberries, though, require squatting, an activity I am morally and physically opposed to. Luckily, I also have a neurosurgeon who has told me not to do squats until after my surgery next year. So I'm free to read while Michael picks the berries. Life is good!
Since Memorial Day is upon us, I have decided that the time is right to take the Santas off my mantle. Those who know me well are aware that I stretch out the Yuletide season as long as I can make it, sometimes not dismantling the Christmas tree until Easter beckons. While I do have a huge artificial Christmas wreath hanging on the brick wall in our family room that stays up all year, and a cabinet filled with Santas in my bedroom, I usually put away the ones I scatter throughout the house much earlier. This year, though, the spirit to stow them didn't move me until today, so that will be one of my little chores for a holiday weekend. My doing that will make Michael happy.
I'll also get around to inventorying the freezer, which I still haven't done. Other than that, my weekend is free, just the way I like it. Have a good one!
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