Coming into the home stretch here. Lordy but it is hot. (Photo 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.