Peaches on the brain...

There was a chick named Renee and she had so much to do.

She picked dozens of dozens of peaches and decided to can them too.

Peach butter, cobblers, maybe jam, mmm.

Now she's working like a mad-woman. Oh yeah, got to tend the family too.



How did they use to do this? And without the conveniences I have, plus two, three times the number of children. Or, maybe that's how -- they put the offspring to work. Unfortunately, Grady has pronounced my peaches and all products thereof yucky. Fionna is great baby help but alas, she's at school...

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I wrote this yesterday but didn't get it published. Today, the tables are turned because Fionna is home from school (another post) and it's not any easier. LOL! Hats off to my grandmothers and all those pioneer women before them, boiling water in kettles over wood stoves and fires, no dishwashers for sterilizing or air conditioners to relieve the house of the cooking heat. The world may indeed be in a downward spiral socially in so many ways, but no one can say we don't have it easier.