Friday, June 26, 2009


My peaches, let me show you them.

It's almost the Fourth of July, which means it's almost time to pick these lil' beauties. Which means it's almost time for me to go all grandma on everybody I know and make peach jam. It's okay. It goes with the crocheting. I'm a granny livin' in a 30 year old's body. I make some ROCKIN' PEACH JAM too. So look out, family. Some jam is coming your way. Maybe some cobbler too.

My poor, poor peach tree is saggin' like my post-baby body parts. It's pretty much on the ground, but I don't want to touch it because there are branches that have split and I want to let the fruit ripen as long as it can before I pick it.

This happens every year. Every year I look out in the backyard and think I should totally thin the fruit so those branches don't break again this year and every year I go nah, I cut the tree way back last year, so it should be fine and then it's June and my sad little Charlie Brown peach tree stands broken, weeping, and covered in ants that can easily run up its branches because they're dragging on the ground.

I have two cases of jam jars in the garage, just waiting. I love making jam, but it makes a MESS! Hey, maybe that has more to do with the jam maker than the jam, I know. What I should have said is when I make jam, like any household/artistic/construction project I undertake, I make a HUGE MESS EVERYWHERE. Boiling fruit and sugar makes a mean epoxy too. Just try cleaning that up after it hardens because you're not a "details person" and you missed it. Good times.

I'm not making anyone want my jam, talking about ants, and how messy I can be, am I? Don't worry. My jam is as legit as it is rockin'. Don't want any extra protein courtesy of my ant friends, or any botulism courtesy of my bacterial friends. I run a clean operation around here.

I'm sitting around in a quiet house tonight--Hank has been trying for three days to scrape together $10 so he could go buy another Transformer--so tonight E took the monkeys to Toys R Us and to pick up sushi for the two of us for dinner. Wasn't that sweet? He's such a good dad. We got some good career news for him today too--I will be posting about that, but not for a while. Sit tight. Anyway, we're all in a good mood today.

I spent a little bit of time in the backyard right after they left because I don't have any pics of the peach tree... is that bizarre of me? I just love this time of year. I love the smell of a freshly watered garden, I love laying in the backyard to read and getting in the kiddie pool with the kiddos, and seeing what grows. It's sort of taking my mind off of the SHIN PAIN I'm currently experiencing. Freaking shins. Can't afford new running shoes for a while, so I bought some insoles and arch supports... cheap fix... we'll see if that works or not. Sigh.

I started reading The Thorn Birds this afternoon. I like it, but I'm not really far enough into it to make any kind of judgment. I will be posting a review of the book I just finished, Water for Elephants, sometime in the next few days.

I love our backyard after the sun goes behind the trees and house to our West. It ain't so great before that. Try blistering. But right now, it's shaded, cool, and Cal and Guster-muster are out enjoying the grass and chewing all over each other's faces. Goofy dogs.

Gus won't hold still--he just wants to lick the camera if I get too close, and he weighs about 400 pounds. Calvin managed to pose for a few. I really hope I'm not making anybody go oh great, a a DOG POST. I promise to resume my normal rambling tomorrow, and not to go all wacky on you.

At least, not that kind of wacky.

1 comment:

  1. I love making jam!!! Yup, soon will be time for peach, nectarine, apricot, and maybe plum if there are enough on the tree. My peaches are not as far along as yours though, they are usually ready at the end of July.