Daniel has been back in school for a week now. I’ve been bravely soldiering on without him.
Emma had her Jr. High (waaaaaah!) orientation this morning.
I attended three school open houses today.
Sarah will be moving out next week. (Hooray! Oh, er, I mean – waaaaah!) (Hi, Sarah.) (Love you.)
What does all this mean? It means that our way-too-short summer is coming to an end.
I am NOT happy about this.
But I’m trying to look on the bright side.
For instance, the end of summer means the beginning of raspberry season. And the munchkins LOVE frozen raspberries. So do I. So should you.
Picking raspberries is soothing to the soul. No really, it is. Let’s just say for instance, that you got up at the crack of dawn, laid seige to the garden weeds for an hour or so, coached your kindergarten soccer team (Go, Mustangs!), made a frantic attempt at cleaning your house, volunteered at the county fair for a few hours, and returned home only to realize that the only meal that you had ingredients for in your whole entire house was murgh makhani (darn it all, kids – we’re having Indian food for dinner). Spending an hour at the raspberry patch would be the perfect way to unwind.
And unwind we did.
It’s still a bit early in the season, so we really had to look hard for the berries. This is where it pays to bring short people with you.
Bitsy was my bucket carrier. Occasionally, she would reach her grubby little hands into the bucket and smash the berries as hard as she could. She would also sneak out a berry (or two, or ten) when she thought I wasn’t looking. (Don’t worry, I always pay for the extra berries. Because I sneak some, too.)
Did you notice her raspberry colored lips?
When we left the berry patch, we had just under five pounds of fresh raspberries.
When we arrived home, we had just under four pounds.
By the time we finished getting them ready for the freezer, we had just under three pounds.
Fresh raspberries are yummy.
Here is the first tray, all ready for the freezer.
Aren’t they pretty? The berries on the left hand side were placed by Daniel. Em did the ones on the right. As for the jumbled up mess in middle – that was me. I was in a hurry.
What’s that? You’re still waiting for the scientific fact?
Are you sure?
You asked for it. You can’t say you weren’t warned.
As soon as we got home, Jakob threw up all over the driveway.
I didn’t take any pictures of the unfortunate event.
But bless his little heart for waiting until he got out of the Suburban.
And then this morning, I discovered that if you leave bright red raspberry vomit on your driveway overnight because it’s dark and you’re tired and you don’t want to have to drag the hose clear around the house and the mosquitos are eating you alive and you still have to freeze
five four three pounds of raspberries and then go running,…
****important scientific fact coming up****
it will turn BLUE!
And there you have it. Because education is my passion.