The end of the apricot pick-up is in sight. Most of the ones that are falling now are pre-dehydrated, and there are less of them. It helps that Vir has removed a dozen or perhaps a score of branches from the apricots, so there are less branches for them to fall from.
In place of apricots, though, I am now picking up plums. This is not a bad trade-off. The plums are delightfully edible, freezable, and there are fewer of them, probably by three or perhaps four orders of magnitude. Instead of two hours of collecting apricots destined for the compost heap (the town heap, not my own heap. Those pits sprout!!!), it's more like 5 minutes of collecting and sorting - into grades of Yuck, Freeze, and Fresh Fruit.
The beefsteak-types of tomatoes are ripening now. I put up 3 pints (wow. Three Whole Pints!!!) of tomato sauce this morning, and did enough other puttering around the kitchen to move my computer time into the afternoon. The house smells like basil and lavender, while the back room smells like dehydrating onion. It's a good day.
No sock pattern yet, but there's a custom order at the yarn shop which should keep me busy for a few weeks. The yarn for some personal projects arrived, too, so when that is done I won't have to look far to find what I'm knitting next. And that's good.
|Annemor #9, sort of.|
Also on the docket: bike rides (next up, a 20 miler), Leviticus, harp practice, and LOTS of miscellaneous items.
Better be off to do them!