The End of Summer :: in the garden

Oh, the end of Summer.

August.

It's hotter than a .... well you know so I don't even have to say it.

Well I am picking and drying and thinking and sweating.

Still knitting, thru sticky hands and sweaty brows - and I must

admit these winter sweaters do make the anticipation of fall exciting to think about.

But there's no time for that right just yet ------ the tomatoes are just starting to turn green.

Because we grew ours from seed.

And I thought they were never, ever going to 

make it. 

So it looks like we will be canning after all !

{Johnny's already been at it - and cutting the peppers and onions with his shades on in the kitchen. I must monitor the situation and make sure he doesn't give too many away. Cause it's GOOD.}

He brought over all his 'cooking gear', including his grandmother's recipe. 

And my own grandmother ? 

Liked his better than mine !!! 

This sweetest little babe of ours

he just loves the flowers and herbs and plants about.

He is growing and changing and ever so loving.

He can now reach up up up - in his little exploring 

nature has found where mama keeps her buttons,

and sewing notions, and pots and pans.

He loves smelling flowers and spotting bees and ants 

in the garden. He will get down and rub the growing 

pumpkins and winter squash and right now

he is eating watermelon a'plenty.

We were lucky to see my bestie and her sweet little ones yesterday, and were left some yummy fresh picked blueberries.

So tomorrow 

I am thinking

a fresh pie

Oh yes, it's been ages since I rolled pie crust

Come by, won't you, and 

have a piece with me 

dear friends.