The sun shines brightly. The garden calls. Though what I would really do out there I haven't a clue. Well, I could rake some leaves, but if I just wait another 3 days or so, the pear tree will have dumped it's whole load and I could get it over in one fell swoop . . . so to speak.
I have been finishing up little projects here and there and it feels good to clear the decks of those things. But there IS this giant bowl of quince juice that needs to be made into jelly that will NOT go away on its own. So I think that is on the agenda for the day.
Though I'm feeling a creeping anxiety and mild panic lurking around the edges of my existence today. The hormones sneak and surge where they will, with not so much as a by-your-leave to me. Upstart ingrates. Don't they know if they goof around with me too much I might do something to mess up their party? Not very forward thinking on their part what what?
However, when you think about it, just how threatening can a bowl full of quince juice be?
I guess I will go find out.
If I don't show up tomorrow, you will know that something sinister happened, and it most likely involved rancid quince juice.
(Can we get some kind of back up over here? I'm alone in the house with her. That stupid cat won't help me either. Bring medication. . . LOTS of medication.)
Comments (8)
Alli
And you! ( ) just hush!! The dear girl doesn't need any of your lip right now.
On with the quince juice!
Shalom
always !
Kettlefried chips and salsa do it for me every time ...just a thought .
Oy, I am so far behind..... :)
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