Lord yall it’s been hot. I mean stifling hot in a way I don’t remember the past few years. Either that or I’m channeling my grandmothers who had that same complaint every year. I’ll be 35 in November and aside from my one move about 45 minutes south from where I had lived my entire life since I was born, I’ve lived my entire life in Mississippi. It’s still hot as seven Hades out there.
|Yes, I'm insane hand quilting this insane quilt - there's a lot of insanity|
That out of the way I’ll go ahead and say I make no apologies for being absent from the blog lately. None. I have been just living life. I’ve been writing for the newspaper, trying to finish the quilt of doom (aka Satan’s quilt, the quilt of hell, the never freaking ending quilt), putting up vegetables, baking many, many loaves of zucchini bread, freezing pinkeye purple hull peas (18 ½ quarts), freezing corn on the cob, canning pickles, and gathering up blackberries to make into jelly this fall.
|Wild Mississippi Blackberries|
|Freshly shelled pink eye purple-hulled peas|
|First try at refrigerator dill pickles - SUCCESS!|
|Peas ready for the freezer|
I have honestly just been enjoying myself the last couple of months, reading way too much, taking pictures, and researching. I’m getting ramped back up again and sat down the other night and gathered up all the research I’ve printed out from the internet, sorted it and now have about a two inch binder full of info to use as a reference for my writing.
|A super hot sticky humid morning at the Grand Village of the Natchez|
|First Day of School|