NO QUICK AND EASY

A clear day with no smoke but started cool at 3℃. And it’s ending on the cool side. I had to put on a jacket to have a walk about in the garden just now. Even so, I felt chilled. It’s never just a walk about. I ended up harvesting a whole pile of tomatoes. Can I say I’m tired of so much harvest? I am grateful for our bounty but it is getting ridiculous and I am getting exhausted. I know I will appreciate all that is in our larder in the middle of winter.

I did not have time to read any pages in The Good Earth. I feel very much like the Chinese farmer, Wang Lung and his wife, working from sunrise to sunset. This morning I stripped some of the dried herbs – basil and oregano. It took some work and time. I’ve learned not to begrudge the price of store bought ones. Then it was time to think about making soup with the leftover chicken and carcass. I went out to the garden to harvest some veggies for it. Somehow it’s never an easy and quick trip. Almost an hour gone. Then there’s the washing and chopping before I can throw everything into the Instant Pot. There’s no instant about making a meal. It is not quick and easy.

By the time everything is chucked into the pot, the lid put on and the manual button is pushed, I’m sure I’ve screamed a thousand times in my mind. At those moments I understood my mother’s complaints of fatigue/pain. She is 92. I’m not so I thought I better just buckle up. It is good that I can relate/understand where she’s at, what she can and cannot do at this stage. She is still remarkable and independent. She knows her body/strength and she can figure out alternatives for what she can’t do. She sets a good example for me.

It is day’s end. The dining room table is looking messier yet. I shan’t worry about it. There’s a few more things dropped on it. 3 jars of sauerkraut are fermenting. 4 more days before they’re ready. I did bagged up the pumpkin muffins cooling on the rack. They are put away in the fridge and freezer. I’m calling it a night. Time for a shower and some stretches. This old body hurts.

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