Letting the chickens out in the morning - She and my uncle spend a fair amount of time trying to figure out where the chickens are hiding their eggs. The chickens appear to be quite inventive despite their small brains. (photos by my Mom).
Learning to swim without her water-wings. She is swimming with my uncle. I can remember him teaching me to swim. She is much braver and more confident than I was.
AlaskaRosalie on Maternity Leave - We are staying with my family and waiting for this baby to make her appearance. I am happily reliving the sultry summers of my own childhood. Here we are, catching frogs in the pond. I am certain that I caught the great-great-many-time-great grandparent of this handsome fellow myself when I was their age.
The Anatomy of a Jelly - I pick rose petals early on a sunny morning. As the dew dries, the fragrance rises up around me along with the hum of the bees. I try to avoid picking blossoms with bees in them. I simmer and steep the petals overnight and my whole house smells like a Persian palace. The next morning, I wake before the girls to cook the jelly, adding a little lemon juice, pectin and sugar. The making of rose petal jelly has one of my favorite alchemy moments of all my recipes: when you add lemon juice to the rose water the color blooms a sudden pink. Each batch comes out a different shade and the color will fade throughout the year; but they all smell like a warm summer day when you open the jar and they taste as good as they smell. The photos are from yesterday and today.
I am not sure if the driver is properly licensed, but they all look as though they are headed somewhere fun.