|The Standing Bear Pow-wow has come and
gone and we were thankful for the harvest from my little hobby garden.
An untimely bug brought me down from my haughty ways in a hurry and
quite frankly, for a while, I believed it was for good. I recovered
enough to cook for the gathering around my mother's camp but not strong
enough to attend because of the cool weather.
Folks called and told me how they enjoyed
the apple Cobbler , fry bread, dried corn soup and whatever else
came from the garden.
Now into October there has not been a
frost or a freeze yet. We wait until there is before beginning to rake
this acre for mulch to pile on the garden. The thrill comes next spring
after winter has done its job on the bushels of dried material.
The orange Pyracantha, Marigolds, yellow
Mums, orange Zinnia's, bright red Crab Apples have all come together in
a color display which seems to be purposely designed, but in actuality
was not. It just sort of happened that way. I equate that with the happy
accidents to sometimes happen on a canvas. Just leave it alone and don't
question how it happened.
When I ordered a load of dirt to build a
small contour to catch the run off from heavy rains I was worried
because of being called to town for an errand. I told my husband if that
man comes while we are gone no telling what he will do with that soil.
When we came home, the contour was exactly and neatly in the right
place, where instructed to be. Because we had missed the delivery, we
had to drive to the home of the person selling us the earth.
As we drove into the drive of a neat
little farm house, there was a very small dump truck setting in the
drive. Upon paying the tiny little woman I told her, "Please thank
your husband for delivering and putting the contour in just the right
She replied. "Oh, I did that, this
is my business."
My thoughts were, "Oh, I see."
Instead I said, "Oh that makes me feel so good" "Now I'm
not feeling so masculine with doing all this digging and working around
Definitely there was nothing masculine
about this petite, delicate, attractive woman.
Pyracantha Jelly Recipe
Place 7 cups washed pyracantha berries in a
very large pan with 5 cups of water. Simmer uncovered for 20 minutes.
Strain through a cloth.
Measure 3 cups berry juice, 1/2 cup lemon
juice and 7 cups sugar into a very large pan. Over high heat, bring to a
boil, stirring constantly.
Immediately stir in one bottle liquid
pectin, bring to a full rolling boil and boil hard for one minute,
stirring constantly. Remove from heat, skim off foam and pour into
sterilized glasses. Cover With 1/8 inch melted paraffin.
Prepared berry juice may be refrigerated
or frozen prior to making jelly.