I experimented with the vivid color setting on my camera while camping. Here are some results.
I gave this week's assignment. "Share a memory that revolves around preserving food. It can either be a memory that involved you preserving or the enjoyment of preserved food."
Names of relishes fruit spreads, and pickled foods were household names growing up, especially when the gardens of my grandmothers and other family members were in full harvest. I loved to hear the sounds of picadilly, chow chow, bread and butters, sweet gerkins, and dilly beans. Adding to the list would be conserve, preserves, jam, and jelly. I can still taste mincemeat, applesauce, and Grandma's famous dill pickles and green beans.
Preserving has been a part of me since I was a child. As soon as I moved into my first rented house newly married I started making grape jam. I have continued to preserve the same traditional things for thirty years. I have added some new recipes, honed some old ones, and challenged myself to create my own signature canning recipes such as Christy's Salsa and Pear Mincemeat. As long as Mason makes jars I will continue to pull the dusty, rusty canner off the shelf every summer and put that harvest in a hot water bath. I then can fill my pantry shelves with Summer in a Jar.
This week-end we spent time recharging and relaxing at one of our favorite camping spots.
We practically had the place to ourselves. I played around with the vivid color setting to capture the fall colors.
I love how the combination of meadows, cedar groves, pines, and the pond provide such a tranquil setting.
Everett and Shelby explored on the road along the pond.
When I recently toured the cedar grove I remembered this poem.
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
For those of you new to my blog the sibling assignment project started back in 2007 as a writing prompt each week between myself and my two siblings. Each week one of us chooses the prompt. You can click my first blog to find the first 151 assignments.
Sibling Assignment #152 given by my sister Carol:
Share how the social network Facebook has affected your relationships with other people. You will find brother Bill's here and sister Carol's here soon.
Facebook as been an amazing way for me to reconnect with relatives, find college friends, rekindle childhood friendships, find former students, and find new friends. As my brother said in his blog post "I never saw it coming."
One of the joyful surprises of Facebook is the presence of my mother. My mother doesn't have a computer, has only been online when we work with her, has never logged on to Facebook and doesn't really get it yet when I shared the photo album of her 80th birthday party the comment thread went wild with best wishes to my mom.
Any time I share a photo, story, or event that has to do with my mom, my Facebook friends come out of the woodwork. My mom taught school in Kellogg and if she didn't have my Facebook friends as a teacher, she knew many of them as parents of students or relatives. If my mom had a Facebook profile page, she would have more friends than my niece Coco. Coco has topped out at 682. All of us don't go very long without hearing from someone that has a story to tell about how my mother left an impression on them, taught them well, put up mailboxes on Valentine's Day, or went to Washington D.C. for National History Day. Perhaps my next move is to make a Mary Idell West Woolum Fan Page on Facebook to see how many people would " Like" it.
The picture above was taken at her birthday party last January. Even without Facebook Mom has been able to sustain long friendships the old-fashioned way. Recently with much sadness we said good-bye to her friend Doris standing with her. I just love how I captured their friendship in this single picture.
I remember glass Mason jars, a canner, and the smell of dill at Grandma Woolum's house. Jars full of pickles, relish, and green beans were wrapped carefully in old newspapers and packed in boxes for us to take home. Our family got to enjoy those canned goods on special occasions. I don't remember learning to can. In my first house I had lots of grapes and bought a book and figured it out. I love to fill shelves with glass jars full of the summer's harvest. I enjoy giving jars of jam or pickles as gifts. On a cold, snowy day in January I love biting into a dill pickle preserved in September.
Today I made my Summer's End Pickle Mix. I just take whatever is ripe and mix it together. This mix today was zucchini, crookneck, green beans, cucumbers, and dill. I bought the peppers, garlic, and onion.