We are chugging along here at our house. Gavin counted down, and then started, preschool.
Jack lost a couple more teeth.
And with the dramatically hot weather (for September!), we've instituted a lot more movie nights.
Mike continues to feel exhausted, overworked, and disillusioned with his job. That could be so much better right now. Here's hoping for change.
The theme of my life, currently, is running and food. Reverse that. FOOD and running. Last Sunday I ran 10 miles; my longest run yet. That leads me to believe that doing 13.1 at the end of October is a realistic goal (even if I have become a tad more lax about my training "schedule,"....or as I like to refer to it, my training "suggestion.")
The garden is alive and thriving! What a great year. While I still don't think I have what it takes to keep indoor plants alive, I've stopped referring to myself as The Black Thumb because I have had some tremendous luck with the raised beds this year. It is so rewarding to be able to go out in the mornings and pick these to go with breakfast:
Day neutral/everbearing strawberries have been the perfect fit for us. While we never have a giant yield, and the accompanying need to freeze or can jam at rapid speeds, we continue to have fruit for months in a row, usually a container like this every other day. It's been such a pleasant constant in our lives.
The vegetable bed has been cause for my life to revolve around canning. It's fair to say I have DRAMATICALLY upped the canning efforts this year, after meagerly learning some basics last year. So far I've done tomatoes in a million forms (pizza sauce, pasta sauce, two types of salsa, unseasoned tomato sauce, halved tomatoes...), pickles, peaches, several types of berry jams, and thanks to purchases made from local farms through the Iowa Food Cooperative, a bushel of apples became two pies and 15 jars of applesauce. I'm quickly deciding I want to can, rather than freeze, the pie pumpkin flesh I buy in a month for use throughout the year. Canning is addictive! It feels amazing to open the door to the pantry and see all those jars of time, effort, and well-love food.