Today marked a return to efforts too long forgotten. We made our first foray into canning. Six quarts of green beans and six quarts of peaches now reside in our pantry, waiting for the Days of Grace.
Our garden this year is too meager to provide much real sustenance. We're hoping that a few tomatoes will beat the frost, and that basil will be available from our freezer instead of the $6 plastic package that we can sporadically find at the local supermarket.
The past year has brought significant change along with it. We moved, leaving behind our lovely garden and beloved chicken coop. Our old house was purchased by an industrial agricultural company, and the house, orchards, and everything else will soon join the old barn as nothing more than a memory.
It hasn't been all bad. We like our new house. The views are unparallelled. The garden, while small, provides the promise that we'll soon be raising more of our own food again. And that won't happen a moment too soon. This fall, we're expecting our first child. We hope that we'll be able to make most of her baby food.
I hope to chronicle more of our adventures (which promise to be many) in the coming year. I've undertaken the task of teaching writing to 8th grade students this year, and I intend to share my own writing with them as often as possible.
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