I have always felt like I was born into the wrong century. Like maybe the Laura Ingalls Wilder days would have suited me better. I love the idea of having my own huge garden that will support my family for the winter months. Having animals to care for and provide for us. Honestly, horse and buggy sounds wonderful. And to have my laundry hang from the clothes line would be wonderful. A wood stove? Yup. Love a fire to keep me warm.
Now, I do almost none of this. Just dream of it. Some day, maybe I will get to do some of it. But this week, I went back to my parents and canned corn. We canned A LOT of corn. By canned I mean ziploc bagged, but same thing. :) I kept thinking through the whole process how much I loved being there. I had my mom and dad, my brother and his 3 boys, my uncle and my 2 girls. We talked and laughed and teased each other through the whole process. This is what I love. The idea of coming together and having fun while providing for the family.
This was all done with corn, I wonder what fun could be had with tomatoes. :)
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